C67 Punishments

Fenella’s POV

I stared at the two men standing in the defendant's place. Laird's face looked stern, his eyes squinting at Alan, while Alan appeared worried. Opposite them, Prosecutor Golden, standing behind the prosecutor's table, now wore a smug smile.

"What's your answer, Mr. Schmidt?" Judge Brown asked impatiently.

Everyone whispered anxiously, waiting for Alan's response