The plaintiff's lawyer, clearly well-compensated for his enthusiasm, argued back fiercely.
"Our investigation has confirmed that the vehicle registered under plate number 0817 belongs to your grandfather."
"The probability of a duplicate plate number is virtually zero. What excuse could you possibly have left?"
A cold smile crossed my lips. I cast a dismissive glance at the photograph in their hands.
It was the surveillance footage from the day of the incident. The plate number 0817 was clearly visible on screen.
"So nobody actually saw my grandfather's face. What does a license plate alone prove? Someone else could have been driving that car."
The moment the words left my mouth, Michael flew into a rage.
He shot to his feet, eyes bloodshot, and screamed at me.
"You bitch! You can see what your family did to my father, and you still won't admit it!"
"Hand over that old bastard right now!"
I spread my hands and shrugged, unbothered.
"Without substantial evidence, a license plate number alone proves nothing. I'm not accepting this."
The plaintiff's attorney let out a cold laugh, rose to his feet, and fixed me with a loaded stare.