Novel & Cerita Aaron Judge Dad

"A judge of the High Court has already reviewed the evidence submitted by the prosecution." He lifted a sealed document. "Based on the evidence establishing probable cause, the court has issued a lawful warrant for Mr. Aaron Reynolds' arrest pending further criminal investigation. The arrest is fully authorized under the law." The moment those words fell, I watched the last trace of color drain from Aaron's face. He had lost completely. Yet instead of admitting defeat, he turned toward Father, his eyes burning with anger. "You'd actually dare arrest your own son? What kind of a cold-blooded father are you? You'd rather see me dragged away in handcuffs than protect your own blood?!"

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

"Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years." That person froze. The entire office fell dead silent. The teacher looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, but she ultimately kept it to herself and placed my withdrawal application at the corner of her desk. I turned on my heel and left the office. The school corridor stretched out ahead of me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, creating a checkered pattern of light and dark across the linoleum floor. When I walked past the Wall of Fame, I caught the photograph prominently displayed in the center. My father, Ian Smith, stood to one side while his stepso

"Your dad's sitting right there. He's fine." That was the final cut. I looked at him, and it was suddenly, perfectly clear. Elliott wasn't unaware that Dad had been humiliated. He simply didn't think it mattered. The emcee held the microphone out to me with a smile. "The bride is welcome to say a few words." Catherine was watching me from below. Claire was watching me with tears in her eyes. And Dad was watching me too, with no resentment in his expression at all, only panic. He was afraid I'd do something rash and that it would cost me later. That once again, he'd end up being the reason his daughter's life got harder.

Wiping my tears, I said: "No, I just missed you that's all. Where's everyone?" "To club I guess, they went to celebrate your brothers for having a girlfriend." "Which one?" "Aaron." I gasp"What? Aaron is back with his girlfriend? Wow, can't wait to meet her!!" Remembering what brought me here, I tug at his hand"Come with me dad, there's someone here to meet you." "Really? Who?" I smiled giddily"You'll see, come quickly" I practically dragged him out of his study, once we got to the stairs, Aria stood up and stared at my dad nervously.

“I just visited your daughters.” Caleb Johnson, or rather, Washigton's most respected and envied judge, was the father of Suzane and Mikaela. He was also responsible for judging my father twice. One when our company was taken from us and sold at a bargain price, after they found strong indications that my father kept it as a facade for his illegal business "even if at the time we did not know the seriousness of these businesses", and the other when he judged my father for the years at the head of a criminal and terrorist organization.

His stepmom listened with interest, occasionally interjecting with her questions. As the evening drew to a close, Aaron's dad expressed his pride in his son's accomplishments and hugged him before he left. Aaron felt a sense of gratitude and connection with his family that he hadn't felt in a long time. But then, unexpectedly, his father brought up the topic of Aaron's personal life. "Aaron, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye," his father said, his tone serious. "But I want you to know that I care about you. And I'm concerned about your future."

“You needed to make sure your mother was dead for a few pieces of silver and so you stabbed her twenty times with ten different knives. Bravo, boy, bravo.” The smile that played across Aaron’s face the next minute convinced me that he was very dumb. Couldn’t he hear the sarcasm in my father’s voice? How on earth did he even think he was being praised? “I’ll do more for you, Alpha Joharres, I swear,” Aaron said. “You promised to make me very rich. I would do whatever you want me to do.” My father stared at him for some time and nodded. “And what if someone gave you a better offer?”

“We came from the other side, we don’t know where it is.” “Or we should call the police, first take the children to the police station.” The noisy crowd finally came to a conclusion. The person in charge of Aaron's studies was the first to come to them. "Uncle Assistant." Aaron felt revived as soon as he saw the familiar person. "Where's my dad?" The assistant didn't know how to answer. Lucas was both heartbroken and lost, he was still very worried about his mother. "Your dad is waiting for you at home." The assistant lied to Aaron.

That's when I remember that this is his first time being seen with me in public after years of him being away. "Who are you, young man?" the judge asks, studying Aaron carefully. "I am Mr. Aaron Cross, brother of Adrian Cross and uncle to the child of the defendant. I would like to speak on Sera's behalf," he says, his voice clear and confident. The judge nods for him to go on. I notice my parents already frowning at him, their faces turning red. Unlike me, Aaron isn't someone they can control. He never was. He's his own person and does what he wants without caring about the consequences.