BRAYDON’S POV
“What?”
Park adjusts his glasses, his calmness irritating me. “It’s not difficult to fabricate audio these days,” he says with a shrug that makes it sound trivial. “Technology has made everything… easier.”
“So your plan is to dismiss my evidence without even listening to it?” I ask, my voice tight. “What kind of lawyer does that?”
“Let’s hear it,” my father interjects, leaning back in his chair, his smirk barely hiding his amusement. I meet his gaze, and the arrogance in his posture is aggravating. “Show us the evidence.”
Rage coils in my chest, but Katy’s gentle touch on my hand calms me. She pulls her Mac from her bag, and after a few tense minutes, the recording begins.
Even as my father’s voice echoes clearly through the room, his expression remains the same. If any
