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It has been precisely three weeks (or was it four?) since the argument, and it’s safe to say that Edgeworth has been feeling guilty for the past couple of weeks. 

He’s sure that Trucy, Apollo, and the others are too, but it seems like pride gets in their way. 

Typical Edgeworth-Wright household. 

Three (or four?) weeks ago, Apollo Justice and Trucy Wright found out that they were actually biological half-siblings after eavesdropping on the small-turned-big argument between the newly wedded couple, Phoenix and Miles. Edgeworth was adamant about telling Apollo the truth, not wanting to delay things further after both agreed on adopting the mentioned lawyer. Still, his husband, on the other hand, who was overwhelmed with emotions after passing the bar exams, once again, and actually becoming defense attorney, once again, raised his voice and turned the calm debate into a major verbal fight– Edgeworth can now see that it was a wrong move to bring the topic up seeing as his husband was washed over with several emotions all at once during that time. 

The next thing both knew, both Apollo and Trucy heard the fight (in their defense, the argument was held in Wright Anything Agency, of course someone will eventually eavesdrop into their conversation), then Apollo threw a punch on Phoenix, (not the first time, mind you), then apparently, Athena heard everything and calmed Trucy down, then Maya and Franziska heard about the fight– it was a whole mess.

Edgeworth has to grimace. After the tension died down, he didn’t bother to return to their shared apartment with Wright, and neither did Trucy, he guesses. As far as he knew, Apollo took a leave of absence as well. 

Edgeworth sighed. He was grateful that Athena, whom he saw as another foster daughter, was there to take good care of his husband. Hopefully. 

“Hey, pal!” Detective Gumshoe approached him, “The Judge is calling everyone to gather up at the courtroom. The trial is about to start.”

“Right,” Edgeworth noted, wincing at the fact that he will be facing up against his husband for today’s case. The edge of his lips curved upward, although not that noticeable to the detective in front of him. Today was Phoenix’s first case after his disbarment, and Edgeworth had to assign this case to himself as the prosecuting representative despite the trial being small and any prosecutors under his department could easily handle. 

Still, despite them arguing and fighting and taking just a small break from each other’s presence, he would never miss this opportunity. To see the love of his life dominating the court once again. 

It has been such a long time since the two were on the opposing sides of the court, and Ema told him that the media has been such a fanfare for this specific trial due to the attorneys present. It’s too bad both are fighting off court as well, however. Hopefully, this won’t affect their performance today. Edgeworth has been waiting for this very moment, and he must do no wrong for this trial. He’s sure Wright would agree with him as well.

“Uh– Mr. Edgeworth?”

Right. God, he never knew he could be this lovesick over someone. Franziska would beat his ass once she found out he’s distracted. 

Gripping his briefcase, he followed the detective inside the courtroom and, true to Ema’s word, there were a lot of people from the audience present. The brightness from the fluorescent lights inside the room didn’t actually bother him, unlike the other courtrooms. In fact, its intensity feels all too familiar, like the light in their shared bedroom with his husband. The Judge, the very same old man who saw the ups and downs between the two when both were still fresh adults and figuring out the essence of the legal world, and the very same old man who officiates their wedding, gave him a fatherly smile to which Edgeworth had to grin back, albeit a little strained. The jury looks active, conversing with each other with hushed whispers, and Edgeworth has to heave a satisfactory sigh.

He missed this. 

And assuming the grin plastered on the defense attorney Edgeworth is facing today, he’s also feeling the same sentiment.

Still, Edgeworth can’t help but notice the other fidgeting with the loose ends of his suit, continuously scratching his wrists, as if something is bothering him. If he squinted harder, he could see him shivering. 

Edgeworth pressed his lips into a thin line. If they’re currently not in a room filled with countless individuals, and if he is not there as the others’ understudy (and if his ego and pride are not present to bother him), he would immediately run towards his husband and offer him an encouraging embrace. 

Edgeworth has to pinch himself, ignoring his obviously flushed face. “God, Edgeworth. Focus on the trial, would you?”

“The court is in session.” The Judge finally hits the gavel, its tapping sounds echoing in the wide-spaced courtroom. 

In each cross-examination and every detail of the case trial, the smirk and grin on Edgeworth’s face can’t seem to be wiped off as both attorneys seem to bask in the spotlight, their personal argument long forgotten (at least, temporarily). Each silver tongue from the prosecutor was met with equal sharpness and wit, and every evidence presented gave Edgeworth a worthy challenge that no other defense could give him.

And it seems like the others noticed it too. 

Edgeworth had to smirk when he saw Athena gawk at their debate each time, more so when Phoenix turned each argument around into something new. Detective Gumshoe, who’s currently presenting evidence, also presented his usual jovial grin, though this time a bit wider and much more cheerful– if that’s even possible. It was even Edgeworth’s first time after so long that each and every one in the audience kept their breath in, refusing to drop a single one. The Judge was not fighting any urges of sleeping, considering his eyes, weary with experiences, were shot wide, and the jury was taking notes, passing them towards the others every single time. 

In a corner of his eye, he can see journalists observing each detail, some cameras pointing towards his husband, who remains oblivious to the matter. 

As the jury is discussing the verdict, Edgeworth can’t help but smile, not caring if any one of those journalists present is documenting this moment (besides, the public knows that both Edgeworth and Wright are married, even dubbing them as the “Jack of all Trades” couple or whatever they call them). His husband does deserve the attention, yet at the same time, he can’t help but express his worry throughout the entire trial. 

Edgeworth is aware of how exhausted his husband currently is, from the overwhelming sensation coming from the fact that he got his badge back then, the fight that involved all people whom Wright considered dear to the preparation of this trial. So, the weak and strained objections, hidden behind his faux loud behavior and the echoing microphone, were normal but still concerning.

But the loose swaying of his body? That’s definitely not considered normal.

Except if he’s hungover or lacks sleep (which is actually very much possible now that Edgeworth thought about it), that is. 

Not to mention, he has been keeping his head down low, depending on the surface of the wooden stands way too much. Due to the lighting, Edgeworth can’t seem to identify if he’s looking at something interesting on the surface, but he knows.

He always knows. 

He knows that his eyes are shut tight, fingers and palm gripping the stand’s edge. Based on the clear damp of his white collared undershirt, Edgeworth knows that Phoenix is sweating– not the typical sweat that he has whenever he’s nervous, no. It’s the drenched in sweat type, which usually is a result of his fatigue and overexertion.

Miles Edgeworth bit his lower lip. It’s a result of–

“In the matter of The State v. Ino Cent…”  

Edgeworth has to shake his head, albeit subtly. That cannot be possible. Besides, Athena has been there with Phoenix, taking care of him, considering the circumstances with the rest of the kids (Maya can’t be there to look over his brother, as well. She has some matters to attend to, and taking care of Pearl is basically another job for the young adult. Larry is also out of town, for some reason, Edgeworth doesn’t want to know).

So, obviously, his husband is in great hands. He has not been skipping meals and is just exhausted with this case. 

Besides, that argument they had weeks ago was not their first argument as a couple, anyway. 

“… On the charge of murder, we, the jury, find the defendant…”

Oh, how wrong he was. 

“...Not Guilty.”

Miles Edgeworth turned to his left, ready to offer his husband a proud smile—and, perhaps, to receive a grateful grin in return. Maybe they’d finally talk after this, smooth things out, even gather Apollo, Trucy, and the rest of the firm for a celebratory dinner like a family again.

But instead, he was met with chaos.

“Mr. Wright!” Athena’s cry tore through the courtroom, shattering his thoughts.

Phoe– his husband was no longer standing.

His body hit the marbled floor with a hollow thud, limbs jerking uncontrollably. The proud grin Edgeworth had imagined was replaced by terror as he rushed forward—just as Athena knelt, her trembling fingers pressed to Phoenix’s neck.

And the pulse Athen– their daughter had been feeling… slowed. Then stopped.

“I miss Daddy, Polly,” Trucy pouted, arms crossed and huffing. “Must we really need to pretend a bit longer? I’m tired of pretending!”

Apolly didn’t utter a word but instead huffed in response, imitating the actions of his younger sister as he leaned on Klavier. 

“I must agree with the Fräulein, Herr Forehead,” Klavier said with a slow nod. “I know Herr Wright—uh, Herr Edgeworth?—well, whichever—doesn’t have any bad intentions in keeping that little detail from you. He was talking it over with Herr Edgeworth, ja? He was going to tell you both eventually that you’re biological siblings–”

Apollo scoffed “Reveal it when, exactly? It was obvious he had no intention of telling us any time soon! If Mr. Edgeworth hadn’t kept pushing him, we never would’ve found out!”

“But you punching him is a little bit extreme, Polly.” Trucy frowned, “Daddy doesn’t deserve that!”

“And you living with Mr. Edgeworth for the past weeks, ignoring your father, is also a little bit extreme, don’t you think, Trucy?” Apollo remarked that both Trucy and Klavier seemed to leave him be after that. 

Apollo never meant to hit Phoenix. The man was practically a father to him. But after finding out Phoenix had planned to adopt him—and had hidden the truth that he had a real family somewhere—it felt like betrayal. It was too much to take in. 

He closed his eyes, resting his head against Klavier’s chest. “Let’s talk to Dad later, Truce.”

He sighed, opened his eyes, only to meet with loud silence and trepidation between the two he was with in this comfortable apartment Klavier bought. “What?”

“Oh my gee,” Trucy gasped, “You just called Daddy, Dad!”

“No, I didn’t–”

“You definitely did!”

“What? No!” Apollo scowled, now sitting properly and turning to Klavier for confirmation, which the other just replied with, “You did, liebling,” with an amused tone. 

Trucy laughed, “I’ll totally tell Papa about this.”

“What? Don’t tell Pop– Mr. Edgeworth about this!”

“You did it again!” Trucy giggled, “I wish Thena were here. She’ll not let this thing go.”

Apollo just groaned, rolling his eyes as the other two burst into laughter. The sound filled the apartment– warm, familiar, and loud enough to drown out everything else. 

Until it didn’t.

The shrill ring of a phone sliced through their laughter, echoing off the walls. “Uh– that’s yours, right, Polly?” Trucy asked, glancing towards the coffee table where the phone sits. 

Apollo, in turn, frowned and reached for his phone. The caller ID flashed Athena Cykes. 

“Speak of the devil…” he whispered under his breath, huffing a small laugh. “Athena? What’s up–”

“Apollo…” Her voice was thin, shaky, as if she was carrying the world’s weight on her shoulders. “It’s– it’s—he- he’s in the hospital. I- I don’t kn– Pops is—”

Trucy’s smile vanished. Apollo could feel the Klavier stiffen.

“It’s Dad,” sobs were heard on the other end, “He’s not waking up.”

“Miles! Where’s Nick?” Maya called, currently gasping for air. “I came as fast as I could— I-”

“Hmph. Is that bumbling fool even conscious?” Franziska scoffed, her arms crossed tightly, though her voice faltered for a moment. “Working himself to collapse like some martyr– honestly, he never learns.”

Miles did not reply, however. Eyes staring blankly at the white painted sterile walls, hands still fidgeting while sweat drenched his face, as his once swept up hair, now a mess and in a disorganized state. Maya blinks before sighing, sitting beside the disheveled man and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Miles, what really happened?”

“He–” Miles choked up a sob, tone cracking. 

Athena spoke instead, her usual energy replaced with a heavy, trembling stillness. “The Doctor said that he’s been overworking himself up to the point that his heart just… stopped.”

The words hung in the air like a verdict no one wanted to hear. As Athena revealed those words, Maya’s eyes widened as Franziska’s grip on her whip tightened until the leather creaked. For once, she had nothing to say. 

“Papa!” Several hurried footsteps with their squeaks and overlapping voices filled the hallway. Trucy, Apollo, and Klavier ran towards them. “Where’s daddy? Is he alright? What do you mean–”

“– Dad…where is he–”

“Is Herr Wri– Edge– Herr Phoenix, alright?” 

“Oh, Trucy…” Miles can’t help but pull the youngest into a crashing embrace as silent tears, once again, escaped.

“Papa– what happened?” Trucy asked, trembling, placing a strong face upfront as she hugged her father back. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Edgeworth. I didn’t realize that Da– Mr. Wright has been suffering all this time and…” Athena faltered, eyes lowering to the floor. She looked small for once, weighed down by guilt, by the thought that she hadn’t done enough for the man who’d been like a father to her. 

“No–no, I should apologize.” Miles shook his head, pulling the younger attorney into a gentle embrace, as she broke off into sobs. His own voice trembled, betraying the calm he tried to project. “If only I had pulled myself out of my ass earlier and apologized to your father earlier, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Enough!” Franziska Von Karma’s voice cut cleanly across the room, standing with her arms crossed. “Apologies will not wake him. Self-pity will not bring him back to his feet.”

“Franny!” Maya chastised.

“If you truly wish to make amends,” she said quietly, gaze softening almost imperceptibly. “Then stop drowning in guilt and start hoping that that foolish man opens his eyes again.”

Maya sighed, “But yeah, Fran’s right. He’s cheated death more times than we can all count. Like–  he was tasered, then he was hit by a fire extinguisher, which made him lose a bit of his memories, but gained them like an hour later– then he ate a glass necklace and was poisoned, fell off a burning bridge– I lost count. Oh, right, he was punched twice, too. Was it twice? Or three?”

Maya ignored the concerned glances from the kids, from the disbelief on Apollo to the way Trucy’s face went pale. “What I’m trying to say is that it’s Phoenix Wright! At this point, I think death gave up trying. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s close friends with the Grim Reaper or something…”

“Still…” Apollo broke the deafening silence that came afterwards, and couldn’t help but crack his voice for a moment. “What if he won’t? I mean…”

Miles' gaze softened, patting the young man’s shoulders, before pulling him into another hug. “He’ll be okay, Apollo.”

“But Pops…” Tears finally break free from Apollo’s eyes, voice cracking as the words stumble out. Neither Athena nor Trucy corrected the endearment Apollo managed to get out. “What if… what if my last words to him were those hateful words I said to him during the argument or the– the punch! Fuck…”

Apollo dragged a trembling hand through his hair, pulling out from the embrace as he shook his head, trying to erase the memory. “He looked so… disappointed and sad and– and I just…”

His breath hitched, and the grip in his hair tightened. “I never even apologized! What if he never wakes up– and- and that’s the last thing he remembers about me?”

Trucy’s lip quivered as she tried to reach out, but Apollo stepped back and was quicker as his voice grew louder and more desperate. “Hell– I said I didn’t need him! That I would never agree on the adoption– that he will never be my dad! God, what kind of person says that to someone who was trying to be there for me?”

The hospital lobby fell painfully silent. Even Franziska’s usual sharp retorts died in her throat. 

Miles chewed his bottom lip as he took a small step forward, tone soft but resolute. “Apollo, listen to me.”

Apollo couldn’t stop his desperate and pathetic sobs despite trying to, covering his mouth with his arms. Still, he listened and looked up, greeting one of his father figures with red and puffy eyes, mirroring the other. “Phoenix Wright-Edgeworth has faced perjury, poison, and more happenstance that are worse than a punch. Sweetheart, he already forgave you the moment you walked out that door. I’m sure he did because that’s the kind of man he is.”

Apollo’s knees almost buckled, to which Klavier steadied him with a gentle hand on his back. “He’s right, liebling. Herr Wright– your dad– he knows you didn’t mean it. You were hurt, betrayed, and he… he understands that better than anyone.”

“I… I also wasn’t better too,” Trucy sniffed, “I ignored him for weeks, and every time he wanted to talk to me, I just ran off and stayed with Papa instead. I thought it would make him feel bad, but– but it just made everything worse! What if he thought I hated him? I would never do that to daddy!”

Miles immediately moved closer, his voice soft but firm. “No, Trucy. He would never think that. He understands both of your reactions, and I’m sure that when he wakes up, the first thing he’ll ask is how school is or about his trial. You know how he is.”

Miles is not sure if he’s trying his best to convince the kids or himself. 

The corridor, which has been filled only with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the rhythms of anxious breathing, fell silent as the double doors slid open. A man in light blue scrubs stepped out, removing his mask and cap with a tired motion. 

Miles was the first to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “Doctor! H-how is he?”

The doctor nodded once, slow but certain. “Well, Mr. Wright-Edgeworth is stable. His heart did stop briefly–”

Maya exhaled sharply, gripping Franziska’s hand a little bit tighter, which the other didn’t mind. 

“– but we were able to restart it. He’s breathing on his own now.”

Trucy let out a sharp gasp, clasping her hands together. Beside her was Apollo, whose knees almost gave out, and Klavier’s hand instinctively found his shoulder. 

“When he was brought in, he was already in critical condition. I was surprised that he managed to stand still for almost two hours, defending and debating despite being both mentally and physically weak. By that time, I’m almost certain he has been feeling the spasms in his muscles.”

Athena muttered under her breath as realization dawned over her. 

“Anywho, he’d suffered a generalized seizure brought on by severe hypoglycemia and dehydration. From what we can tell, his body had been under extreme strain for quite some time.”

Apollo blinked, pale. “S-seizure? But… how–why?”

The doctor in front of them sighed, albeit softly. “It happens when the brain is starved of glucose and oxygen. The patient's blood sugar levels were dangerously low. He hasn’t been eating properly for weeks, possibly longer. Add exhaustion, stress, and overwork, and the body eventually… gives up.”

Miles’s breath hitched, hands forming into fists. Fuck. This was all after the fight if he had to assume. Shit. 

“The seizure triggered a cardiac arrhythmia, an irregular heartbeat, which escalated into cardiac arrest. Thankfully, emergency responders got to him quickly. If they’d been even a few minutes later…” The professional paused, letting the silence speak for him.

Athena swallowed, eyes once again glassy. “He was starving himself… and I didn’t even see it.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault, Athena,” Miles reassured. ‘It’s mine.’ was left unsaid.

“People in that state often hide it well. They’ll say they’ve eaten, or that they’re fine, and sometimes, they even believe it themselves, their brains already conditioned to believe the faux truth. He pushed his body past its limits. I suggest to put let he see a professional psychiatrist to guide him back to a healthy mental state. But for now, he’s stable and his vitals are holding steady. ”

“So the fool will wake up?” Franziska asked, acting unbothered, but her fidgeting and trembling betrayed the thought. 

The doctor nodded. “He will, but it’ll take time. His body’s exhausted. We’ve placed him under mild sedation to let his heart and nervous system recover. He’ll need complete rest, which means and includes no stress, no work for the time being, and definitely no skipping meals. His system can’t handle another collapse like this.” 

Trucy’s lower lip quivered. “So it’s because he wasn’t eating then– that all of this happened?”

“That, and the weight he’s been carrying on his shoulders.” The doctor replied, giving the youngest a small, sad smile. “You can’t save the world on an empty stomach.”

Silence followed until the doctor broke it, once again. “We’ve transferred him to a private ward. You may visit him there, but for now, let’s limit the noise down and, as much as possible, avoid any disruptions and disturbances. Mr. Wright-Edgeworth may not wake up at the moment, but given the stable vitals so far, he is expected to regain his consciousness tomorrow or the day after.”

Miles nodded, “Thanks, doctor.”

True to the doctor’s word, Phoenix woke up the day after the incident. The first thing he noticed was the faint, familiar scent– Miles, his husband. His wonderful, handsome husband. He smiled.

The scent lingered in the room, soft and unmistakable, mixed with the sterile smell of the hospital. His eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the bright fluorescent lights above.

He felt heavy. Every muscle, every limb, every joint seemed to be weighed down by gravity itself. His chest tightened with the effort of breathing. The last thing he remembered was— the trial, the courtroom, the panic, Athena, and— everything was still vivid, a blur behind the fog of his mind.

Wait.

He tried to sit up, coughing lightly, and then tried to speak.

“Miles?” Phoenix tried to call out, but his own voice startled him. It was hoarse, fragile, barely above a whisper. His throat ached, his lips dry. 

Miles frantically looked up from the stack of papers he was reviewing, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before his usual composure returned, only to be replaced with a relieved and loving smile. In that rare, soft tone reserved only for his Phoenix, he said, “Hi, baby. Welcome back.”

Phoenix’s gaze sharpened as his vision cleared. There he was– sitting calmly, perfectly composed, yet undeniably Miles. The very same person whom Phoenix tried to chase down and succeed. The very same person who confessed his vows in a giant altar, shedding tears in front of everyone, which he promised not to do. 

“M.. I’m—”

Miles stood up, gently caressing Phoenix’s cheeks as if any moment, he would break like porcelain. “Don’t rush it, baby. Rest first. You’ve done enough for us, let someone take care of you now, okay?”

“Th– the c-case?” Phoenix coughed, then was handed a glass of water by Athena. “M-mr. C-c-c… -ent?”

Miles huffed out between a laugh and a gasp, “Of course, that’s the first thing you think of.”

“You’ve proven him not guilty, Dad,” Athena smiled, “Before… before you…”

Phoenix blinked, still weak, his words barely forming in his throat as he grasped onto the idea of having a successful trial after seven years not being on court. “N-not… guilty…” 

Phoenix let the water slip down his throat, each sip grounding him as his eyes flicked towards his husband, whom he swore was still mad at him. “M-miles… you stayed… ‘thought yo– still m-mad…”

Miles leaned closer, his hand still resting gently on Phoenix’s cheek. “Mad? Oh, baby… I’m not– well, not anymore. I was in the wrong, and I’m so sorry for that, Phoenix. I was supposed to talk to you afterwards, like mature individuals. Instead, I moved back to my apartment and have Trucy with me, leaving you alone. Again.”

Miles retreats his hand back, looking everywhere but at his husband. “I promised not to leave you alone again without saying anything, even temporarily, and I broke that promise. Again. I’m so sorry, my love— I would do–”

“Miles… you were just… I- I was overwhelmed. The timing was wrong. I shouldn’t have… snapped like that.”

Trucy’s lip quivered as she stepped closer, tears already blurring her vision. “I’m sorry too, daddy… I was mad and also snapped at you, and I didn’t mean anything, I promise!”

Phoenix tearfully smiled, trying to pull his daughter into an embrace. “Oh sweetheart… it’s okay… I forgive you. I- I’m just glad you’re here…”

“Please don’t leave me, daddy!” Trucy wailed, gripping tightly on his father’s waist, burying herself closer to Phoenix’s chest. 

“I would never, Truce.” Phoenix kissed the top of Trucy’s head, as if setting an oath. “I promise…”

“I’m sorry too, Dad.” Apollo swallowed hard, guilt flickering across his face. “For everything. I know you hid the fact that Trucy and I are siblings for a reason, one that I know you’ll eventually reveal to us once you deem us ready. I was just— I was not in my head at that time, feeling betrayed and childishly, I punched you, again! Then–” 

Apollo was cut off by a sob he didn’t know he held, hands forming a fist as he tried to keep the sobs in. Phoenix gave him a fatherly smile, one that Apollo knew too well whenever the other gave him advice, whether in court or in his personal life. “It’s okay, Polly. I understand. I’m sorry too, both of you. It’s not right of me to hide such secrets, and I snapped at the fact that I planned to adopt you, together with Miles— it was overwhelming. I’m sorry.”

Before the other three tried to intervene, Athena stepped in instead, worrying about the man’s state instead of the topic they were talking about. “Dad– I mean, Mr. Wright! Please don’t stress yourself too much! The doctor said–”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Phoenix said, his voice weak but warm, as he tucked a strand of Athena’s copper hair behind her ear before gently smiling. “I know… I know you’ve been taking care of me. You’ve been here all along, haven’t you?”

Athena’s lips curved into a small, nervous smile. “I… I’ve been trying, Dad– Mr. Wright! But I should have done more to stop you sooner…”

Phoenix shook his head slightly, still smiling despite the exhaustion. “Thena… you did more than enough. You stayed when no one else could, and you made sure I didn’t go completely unattended. That counts for so much and I haven’t forgotten that…”

The other three in the room watched in silence, still carrying a familiar guilt– guilt of not taking care of the man sitting on the hospital bed, of letting him shoulder everything alone for too long.

At last, Miles softened, letting go of some of the tension he had been holding back. “Rest now, baby. We’re here now, here to take care of you, okay?” 

Miles pecked his husband on the cheeks, ignoring the rush of blood to Phoenix’s face, still unaccustomed to the act.  “The others will be here soon once they know that you’re finally awake. Prepare for some uh– scolding and hopefully not beatings, from my sister dearest. You made them concerned, even Franziska, surprisingly.”

“Don’t worry, daddy! We’ll protect you from Aunty Fran!” Trucy said, earning several chuckles from the room.

And as Phoenix looked around, examining the people he considered family, a contented smile spread across his face. For the first time in weeks, he felt truly seen and genuinely supported.

This is much better than getting a “Not Guilty” verdict for his first trial after years of disbarment.

He just hopes his sister-in-law will forget that whip of hers when she visits.