"Mom, Dad, tomorrow is the first court hearing. The attorney will do their best to defend you. I've made sure the judge will be lenient. All you need to do is reveal your conspiracy with the Foster family against the Scotts. Only then can the attorney have a chance to win."
William Franklin sat on the hotel sofa, his gaze icy as he stared at his parents across from him, his expression dark.
Gabriel Franklin, over sixty, had white hair yet showed no signs of an older man's frailty or fatigue. He exuded the dignity and solemnity of a patriarch, holding his wife's hand, his voice calm. "We won't mention the past again, so you don't need an attorney to defend us. We will confess to the charges."
