ELENA'S POV:
"That bìtch! I cannot believe she got my mother arrested," I yelled as I stood outside the police station building with Mark.
"Mark, we have to come up with a solution. How do we get my mother out?" I asked him, just as Barrister Williams walked up to meet us. He wore a white top and black trousers, a middle-aged man and my father’s lawyer.
"Good evening, Ms. Roger," Barrister Williams said as he approached.
"Welcome, Barrister. What will we do? The police refuse to grant my mother bail, and they promise to investigate this. My mother is innocent. Martha only wants to seize everything our father left behind," I said, choosing my words carefully as I could see some people staring at us.
"You have to do everything possible to ensure your mother isn’t charged in court for ch
