Part 1The Mad Mother

My mother, Eleanor Stone, stood accused of sexual assault, a charge so heinous it had driven her accuser to a mental breakdown. In the packed courtroom, I watched in stunned horror as my own wife, Cici Bennett, sat on the plaintiff's side.

"My mother-in-law's conduct was utterly reprehensible," Cici declared, her voice ringing with conviction, her gaze piercing. "She repeatedly harassed the underprivileged student I sponsored, and then, while I was away, she committed this assault."

"As an attorney, even if my mother-in-law raised me, I am bound by justice. The law must deliver a fair verdict!"

In a single night, Cici soared to notoriety, hailed as the city’s most uncompromising lawyer. Meanwhile, my mother became a public pariah, her once-thriving company—the very empire she had built—teetering on the brink of collapse. I confronted Cici, demanding the truth. Her response was chillingly detached: "Once Caleb inherits the company, I'll naturally work to reduce her sentence. As long as she behaves herself in prison, I'll continue to support her upon her release."

As I desperately searched for a defense attorney for my mother, hitting dead ends at every turn, a reputable legal firm unexpectedly contacted me. It was then I learned that our subsidiary branch was facing imminent bankruptcy due to mismanagement, but my mother had long ago secretly transferred the true parent company into my name.

Leaving the courthouse, I cut Cici off, blocking her path. "Cici Bennett," I seethed, my voice barely controlled. "You would frame my mother for an outsider? Do you understand? You've utterly destroyed her life!"

The crowd gathered around, drawn by my outburst, their eyes brimming with scorn. The memory of her ruthless accusations in court ignited a fresh surge of fury within me. "That's not what happened at all! You manipulated everything behind the scenes!"

Cici's lips curved into a triumphant, self-satisfied smile. "Alex Stone, I am an attorney upholding justice. Your mother committed a shameless act. Instead of disciplining her, you're yelling at me?"

My heart felt a vicious twist, a cold, crushing grip tightened around my chest. I stared into her eyes, my usually mild voice raw and hoarse. "From childhood, my mother treated you like her own daughter. When you were sick, she burned the midnight oil tending to you. When you wanted to become a lawyer, she took you across the country for specialized studies."

Cici raised a hand, cutting me off. "Your mother raised me for twenty years, wasn't it just to force me to marry you? Your 'generosity,' Alex, it always had a price tag."

After her own family fell on hard times, Cici had been taken in by my mother. When Cici expressed her desire to become an attorney, my mother leveraged her connections, paving the way for her at a prestigious law firm. But now, it seemed, Cici viewed that path to success not as a gift, but as a burden, a sinister plot against her.

A bitter wave washed over me. Cici, her face darkening, hurled a stack of documents at me. "Stop acting insane! I owe your family nothing! All you need to do is ensure your mother reflects properly in prison! Caleb, though from a poor background, is nothing like you, a spoiled, good-for-nothing rich kid. He's ambitious, diligent, and resilient. The company will only truly thrive if he takes over. I'm doing this for your mother's good!"

I stared at her face, so familiar yet so alien. The initial shock faded, replaced by a hollow numbness. We had once been childhood sweethearts. When I was wronged, she would bravely stand before me, shielding me. When I fell ill, she would watch over me relentlessly, day and night. So when she proposed marriage, I had agreed without a moment's hesitation.

But now, she was a stranger. The innocent, kind Cici I had known was utterly gone. My hands clenched, my heart aching with an unbearable pain. My voice, though trembling, was firm. "My mother did nothing wrong. I will never let her admit to something she didn't do. I will find the evidence."

Caleb, standing nearby, tugged at Cici's sleeve, his voice a pathetic whimper. "Cici, just let it go. I'll accept what Auntie did to me. Don't fight with Alex because of me."

Seeing tears glistening in Caleb's eyes, Cici’s expression softened with concern. She stroked his arm. "Don't be afraid. I'll make sure the culprit is brought to justice." Then, her gaze turned cold, aimed squarely at me. "Alex Stone, don't think about finding evidence to overturn the case. That will only make your mother's time in prison worse."

I didn’t acknowledge them further. I turned and walked away. The immediate priority was to gather evidence, to pull my mother from this nightmare. I sought help from Mark, a friend and fellow attorney, but found his office door barred. I called him, my hands trembling, only to find my number blocked. A long while later, a text message from him arrived, a plea: "Your wife is a prominent lawyer, Alex, with powerful backing. Don't make things difficult for us. Just apologize to her. Why make marital issues public?"

My heart felt as if it were being repeatedly pierced by a sharp blade. I doubled over, gasping for breath, tears silently tracking paths down my face, landing on my phone screen. Just then, a call came through from my mother's legal team. "Mr. Stone, the subsidiary branch is facing severe financial difficulties. It's on the brink of bankruptcy. But Mrs. Stone had already transferred the main company into your name."