Chapter Thirty-Nine

GYPSY'S POV

"Am I going to lose my son?"

Mr. Saenz sighed. "Things are very complicated, Mrs. Russo. We don't have any witness or evidence. I'd been hoping your son's father wouldn't have a strong enough case to actually get custody of your son. But your mother's testimony ruined everything and made Mr. McArthur's claims much more solid even though they may all be lies."

"May be?" My mouth dropped open in disbelief. "You think they're telling the truth?"

"What I think doesn't matter, Mrs. Russo. It's what the judge thinks." Mr. Saenz said. "That's why we came up with a plan. It's our chance to build a case."

"What plan?"

"Princess," Enzo said, getting from behind me to kneel beside my chair. "You see the earrings you're wearing which I gave you this morning? The one on your left ear is a recorder. A video and voice recorder. We're hoping these wretchs will approach you after here and gloat. Try to make them talk as much as possible. All you have to do is touch the earring and everyth