“She didn’t coach me!” Nolan yelled, his voice echoing off the high ceiling.

“Mom didn’t even know! You told me if I told anyone about the milkshake, you wouldn’t buy me the puppy you promised I’d get if I came to live at your big house!”

Grant had weaponized a child’s love for a dog to buy his silence.

Carroway scrambled to intervene. “Your Honor, this is hearsay from a distressed child. It doesn’t erase the documented financial instability—”

“Be quiet, Mr. Carroway,” Judge Harlan commanded. The courtroom gasped.

He looked back at Nolan. “Son, is there anything else you want to tell me?”