"What if she faked it, just like she planted that bottle in my room?"
But Daniel didn't let her finish. His voice cut like a blade. "Give me the phone."
One of the guards quickly handed him the device, the same hidden phone Nnenna had seen in the compartment that day. Daniel's hands tightened around it, his jaw clenching.
"Something tells me…" he said bitterly, regret heavy in his tone, "…I don't even need to open this phone to know it holds the exact same evidence as what Princess Nnenna is holding. She traced the registration of the SIM card to you!" His gaze locked on Nanny, burning with fury. "Do you still deny it? Admit your guilt now, and your sentence might be lightened."
For the first time since the trial began, Nanny fell silent. Her tongue, always quick to defend or accuse, froze in her mouth.
First, the arsenide derivative discovered in her room and in Carl's medicine. Now this private phone, filled with damning evidence she couldn't explain away.
