"Dr. Whitman, you can't blame someone purely on motive without concrete evidence! Where is your proof?"
Those words still rang in her ears, but Miranda had had enough.
She turned toward Pierce, her expression steel-cold, her eyes sharp and unyielding. She stood tall in the center of the chamber, commanding absolute attention.
"I don't have evidence to prove Marcus orchestrated this conspiracy," she said, her words sharp as a blade. "But I'm not blind."
"And tell me, Mr. Pierce... where is your evidence against these young men?"
She gestured toward the defendants' table with theatrical precision.
"They were are being destroyed based on what exactly? Testimony we've systematically demolished with medical records and timeline impossibilities?"
Her voice rose, gaining power with each word. "You want to talk about evidence? Let's examine what we actually know."
