#Chapter 213: Summoned

Grace My stomach churned like a washing machine on high spin as the sleek jet taxied down the runway. Beside me, Esme exuded an air of calm that bordered on serene, sipping tea from a delicate porcelain cup and reading a book titled "The Art of Persuasive Negotiation." I, on the other hand, could barely hold down the contents of my own breakfast. The trial was set for a few hours from now. The looming specter of accusations, consequences, and an uncertain future had me on edge. Every bump in the air sent a jolt through me. Every announcement from the pilot felt like a harbinger of doom. "Relax, Grace," Esme finally said, setting down her tea. "We've gone over your case as much as possible. Take a deep breath. " Easier said than done. I closed my eyes, wishing I was home with my kids and hoping that Eason wasn't going to stay pissed for much longer. He and George were watching Cecil and Richard. Charles was still gone "handling king business" and wouldn't be there. Wonderful. The