Getty thought sending Freya to the mmer was gonna be a piece of cake, but she didn''t count on Freyawyering up. When she saw Martin, she looked like she just swallowed a bug. Who the heck was backing Freya?


    A bunch of names zipped through Getty''s mind, but after mulling it over, it had to be Quinn.


    Was Quinn really helping Freya?


    Getty''s blood was boiling, and when she nced to her left, there was Quinn, in as day.


    Quinn was just there ''cause she was bored at home, and Abigail had dragged her along for the show. Walter, though, was a no-show.


    Martin was no slouch; he dug up dashcam footage from a car on the street that caught the whole spat between Getty and Freya.


    Not only did Getty throw the first punch, but she also made threats. Freya, feeling cornered, fought back but stopped herself once she cooled down.


    So, Freya couldn''t be nailed for premeditated murder; it was self-defense.


    Getty wasn''t buying it and imed Freya was out to kill her, pointing to what Freya said on the dashcam.


    Then Martin asked Getty for a medical report, which she obviously didn''t have. After a heated back-and-forth, the court decided to check out Getty''s injuries first. Anyway, Getty made the threats first, so everything Freya did after that was self-defense. As for the death threats, those were just heat-of-the-moment stuff.


    Plus, Freya was no match for Getty in any way, so there was no real threat.


    Surprisingly, the trial didn''t wrap up, and the next hearing was set for three dayster.


    Quinn felt like she wasted her time. She turned to Abigail and said, "Let''s bounce."


    Abigail nodded and followed her out.


    Freya, on a whim, nced back and caught a glimpse of Quinn leaving, her eyes flickering with curiosity.


    Could Quinn be the one helping her?


    Freya, full of questions, was taken away. Martin''s arrival had given her a glimmer of hope that she might dodge jail time.


    Just as Quinn got into the car, Getty popped up out of nowhere and grabbed the door before it closed. "Quinn, was it you?"


    Quinn frowned and looked back. "What are you yammering about?"


    "Don''t y dumb. Aren''t you the one helping Freya?" Getty spat out, her face twisted with anger. Thanks to her cosmetic surgery, she couldn''t make big expressions, making her look extra creepy.


    She wouldn''t even need makeup for a horror flick.


    Seeing her like that, Quinn thought for a moment and said, "Did you forget Freya has a husband? Why would I be the one helping her? Getty, you clearly don''t know Walter. You better back off before you get yourself in deep trouble." Hearing Walter''s name, Getty was momentarily stunned.


    To her, Walter was still that useless son-inw who grinned at everyone, a guy who was neither useful nor threatening.


    So, she sneered, "You mean Walter? I almost forgot about him. Didn''t he go to a party with youst time? Well, he can''t rely on Freya, so now he''s cozying up to you?"


    Quinn almost burst outughing.


    She nodded and didn''t bother to exin. "As long as you know."


    With that, she rolled up the window. "Abigail, let''s roll."Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    After driving away, Abigail finally let out a long breath. "Every time I see Getty, I just wanna deck her. If it weren''t for being in front of the courthouse, I might not have held back." "Don''t do anything stupid," Quinn reminded her.