“Let's leave."

She climbed into the car.

"You go ahead, madam," said the lawyer, who had accompanied her but was not departing with her.

Camila nodded. "Okay."

“I'll gather more evidence," the lawyer promised.

Camila rolled down the car window to look at him. "Thank you. You've worked hard too. Head home early."

The lawyer replied, "Okay."

After Camila drove away, he stayed at the courthouse entrance.

A black luxury car pulled up.

Isaac emerged from the vehicle and inquired, "How did things go?"

"The opposition is adamantly accusing madam of ignoring the proper surgical protocols. They seem quite agitated; perhaps there's a deeper grievance," the lawyer recounted.

Isaac considered this for a moment and then asked, "Do you think money can resolve this?"

The lawyer shook his head. "They're not here for the money."

“Hmm," Isaac mused, narrowing his eyes. “When's the next session?"

“In a week," the lawyer replied.

Isaac gave a nod. “Head back first."

Some folks just don't see reason.

That's why you sometimes have to meet unreason with unreason.

Tyrese and his lawyer had a lengthy discussion before going their separate ways.

He then drove to the hospital to check on his father.