DECEMBER 27, 8:03 AM
HIGH PROSECUTION'S OFFICE
ROOM 1012

Mr. Faraday had helped Dick and I out on our testimonies. After doing so, he gave us a video clip of the events that happened during Father's first trial as a Defense Attorney. It was a record of the events that happened in that trial from the Defendant's Lobby and Trial from security camera footage, Mother, a Wendy Oldbag and a Robert Hammond. Since Mother was involved, I wanted to know what had happened in that trial.

NINE YEARS AGO
SEPTEMBER 12,9:17 AM
DISTRICT COURTHOUSE
DEFENDANT LOBBY#2

https://youtu.be/uyMLjVGUEWI

I arrived earlier than everyone else. Well, looks like this is it. My first case as a Defense Attorney. Why am I so nervous? It's not like I've never been to a trial before! Calm down, Gregory Edgeworth, if you don't get your act together, you're never going to save Rachael or your child. Is it a he or a she? (1) Ugh! Why am I thinking like this! Focus Greg! Focus!

"Good morning, Sunshine! I see you came in bright and early," I heard my mentor tease. I groaned.

"Not now, Chief. I'm trying to concentrate," I said a little harshly. Geez, why am I so nervous!?

"Wow, I've seen better days. How do you expect to defend your client with that face?" The Chief asked with his displeased look.

"I'M FINE! (2) I've been in trials plenty of times! I can do this!"

"If this is how you lie, you make the worst lawyer on the face of the earth," I heard my client tease.

"R-Rachael! I didn't see you!" I responded, feeling sweat on the back of my neck, trying to force a calm expression.

"Relax, many Defense Attorneys get nervous on their first go," Rachael assured, then looked at my mentor. "Mr. Hammond, did you bring the tea?"

"Yep! You both have fifteen minutes before it's game time. You should use this time to relax a little. You look like you're going to burst, Greggy. It's not a good look on you," the Chief teased with his own smirk.

"You're hilarious."

"Aren't you going to stay?" Rachael asked the Chief.

"I would, but I've got a trial of my own. I only came to wish my favorite student good luck," the Chief grinned.

"Cheeky, but you know you're basically leaving your student in the dust."

"No worries, I've already called an old friend of his that was more than happy to help," the Chief smirked. (3)

"Old... wait... no... you didn't! I told you not to get her involved! You do realize that my client is my girlfriend! (4) How do you expect that to go well!?" I blew up, now more panicked than I was before. I think my face turned red.

"Wow, and I thought I was nervous on my first try," the Chief said with shocked-filled and blinking eyes. I glared to show I wasn't amused.

"So much for me being the one with the mood swings," Rachael sighed. "Who is this old friend he's speaking of anyways?"

"She's... Wendy Oldbag. My childhood friend with the biggest crush on me," I replied.

"Ah, that explains."

"Shouldn't you be acting jealous or something?"

"I would, but your reddened face is amusing," Rachael smirked slightly.

I groaned, placing my hand on my forehead before plopping on the couch. I muttered, "I'm doomed."

"Edgeypoooooooooooooooooooooooo!~" I heard Wendy call in her sing-song voice, I groaned even louder.

"If there's a God out there, please strike me down," I pleaded before feeling a hand smacked across my face. I almost forgot how much Rachael's slaps hurt.

"Snap out of it, Greg! No trial ever goes your way, so buckle up and show your game face just like when you were Chief Detective Edgeworth!" Rachael barked at me. Her glare was always terrifying. I just nodded.

"Yes maim."

"Wow, she's got you wrapped around her finger. Haha Good luck," the Chief smirked, then opened the door and called out. "Edgeypoo's in here, Darling."

"Ah, Edgeypoo!" I heard Wendy call out, bolting into the lobby with her pink cheeks and hearts popping out of her eye sockets. "I knew I'd... who's this?" She glared slightly at Rachael. (5)

"I'm Mr. Edgeworth's client. I suppose you need a rundown of the case before we start heading out?" Rachael asked calmly, tucking her hair behind her ear before getting out a pen. She was always very handy with this stuff.

"Ha, shouldn't Edgeypoo be the one to do that, since he is the Defense Attorney?" Wendy asked.

"I-Um..." I said, searching for the case files.

"You placed it under the couch, sir," Rachael reminded me.

"Right! Right! I got it!" I assured, getting out the case file I tucked under the couch a while ago. I can't believe I forgot I placed it there. (6) I really am out of it.

"Greggy, is everything okay? It's not like you to be unprepared," Wendy asked, genuinely worried.

"S-Sorry, just nervous," I replied, then cleared my throat. "So... my client is Rachael Newslayday, who was proven Guilty for murdering ten victims from a hit-and-run. She's due for Execution next month."

"Execution!? You mean this is that woman that...!" Wendy asked, now looking like she's going to strangle Rachael for all her worth. Great. (7)

"Yes, I'm the woman he had an affair with in the Detention Center. I'm currently five months pregnant with our baby. Mr. Edgeworth is fighting to extend my execution date in order to save our child," Rachael said confidently. She gently patted her baby bump, which made her look adorable.

"Wendy, please... don't try to murder my client... if you can," I pleaded, sounding very exhausted.

"Humph, fine. It's not like I'd believe some tomfoolery like that anyways. You would never have an affair with just any woman. You're such a gentleman," Wendy replied flirtatiously.

"I can agree on that last part," Rachael smirked slightly as Wendy shot her a warning glare.

"The trial is about to begin! Please walk into the courtroom!" The bailiff announced.

"Time to do this!" I said, taking a deep breath.

"Then, let's go already! Don't keep the Judge waiting!" Wendy smirked.

9:25 AM
DISTRICT COURTHOUSE
COURTROOM #5

https://youtu.be/MvKBjzpyxlU

We went inside the courtroom, me clutching my fist before rubbing the bridge of my nose. Taking my seat, I looked over my notes, having to put my reading glasses on. My vision seems to be getting worse. I hope I don't start wearing glasses regularly. I'm only far-sided, but still. Out of habit, I placed my pen behind my ear, while noticing Wendy staring spitefully at Rachael's poked out belly. I guess she's still in denial. (8)

Taking a deep breath, I heard the Judge slam the gavel, announcing, "now, for the trial of Rachael Newslayday...'s child? I suppose? Ehem. For the trial questioning Rachael Newslayday's pregnancy!"

"The Prosecution is ready, your honor!" Winston Payne announced. Well, at least it's only him I'm facing against. I was nervous it'd be Blaise again. I really didn't want to see him right now. (9)

"Th-The Defense is ready, your honor!" I announced.

"Hm? Detective? Why are you on the Defense's Bench... with an Attorney's Badge!?" The Judge asked in surprise.

"Didn't you hear? The respected Chief Detective participated in a scandalous act with his client, you see. Rachael Newslayday was proven Guilty for the murder of 10 civilians from a hit-and-run and was scheduled to be executed next month. Unfortunately, after the trial, she announced she was pregnant and requested her execution be extended until the day she conceives," Winston smirked slyly, patting his forehead confidently.

"What!? How unprofessional and dirty! I hope it was with consent!"

"Perhaps, we should ask the victim in question, that is if the Defense is willing to do so."

"I've already helped my client prepare her testimony, so she is allowed," I replied, then Rachael walked over to the Witness Stand.

"Alright, will you give us a testimony of the affair?" The Judge asked.

https://youtu.be/xdcBGCdyVoY

"Yes, your honor," Rachael replied. "I was at the Detention Center awaiting my follow-up trial. Mr. Edgeworth and I had developed a... partnership of sorts. As a Chief Detective, he had keys to the Detention Center, as all Chiefs of the Police Department are given. I'm sure the Prosecution can agree to this."

"Yes, all Chiefs of the Police Station are given these keys," Winston replied as I recorded this in the court record of my notebook.

"What's this?" Wendy asked me.

"It's my notebook where I keep track of everything I place in the Court Record. By using this, I can keep track of the evidence recorded. So far, I have recorded my Attorney's Badge, the keys, the case files from Ms. Newslayday's former trial, record of her diarrhea due to her change in diet and the blood test results proving positive of pregnancy," I explained.

"Then, shouldn't that be proof enough that she's pregnant? N-Not that I believe it, but... you know, evidence means everything in court."

"That's what I thought, but the prosecution had an argument, or at least the Chief Prosecutor did."

"I was also given a blood test that proved I was positive, which is also in the court record, if I'm not mistaken," Rachael replied.

"That maybe true, but there was some investigation in the Detention Center and this little bottle was found," Winston said, showing a bottle of Chlorpromazine. "It's possible the little lady took this drug in order to fake her pregnancy. It's a drug used for those with Schizophrenia, but it can also be used to raise her hCG level in order to fake her pregnancy. The medication is made for long term and the symptoms include drowsiness, dry mouth or stuffy nose, constipation and impotence. The Chief Prosecutor had brought this up and asked me to take over in his stead." (10)

"That... sneaky..." Wendy seethed.

"OBJECTION!" I shouted, slamming my hand on the counter. "My client did no such thing! The Detention Center is used by more than one defendant. It might've been used by a former defendant that was Schizophrenic! Did your team search for fingerprints?"

"We did and while we found none, even you know that every cell in the Detention Center is deep cleaned by the Warden after the previous defendant is removed. She has reported there to be no medications of any sorts before Ms. Newslayday was inside. Perhaps you should turn in your badge and go back to Detective work. (11) He he he," Winston grinned, patting his forehead.

"I'm afraid he's right. That's going to cost you a penalty, former Detective," the Judge said, giving me a disapproving glare. I groaned, sliding my hand over my face.

"Penalty?" Wendy asked.

"Yes, every Defense Attorney gets five points. The judge can give a penalty to the private attorney in court. Five strikes and you're out," I explained.

"I thought it was three."

"That's only if you commit a crime."

"I'm afraid your situation is more dire, Former Detective. On the bright side, maybe you'll find a career booming babies with the top hot chicks in the nearest Host Club," (12) Winston smirked as I groaned.

"Ooooooh! When I get my hands on that skanky-" Wendy glared, shaking her fists as I took her by the back of the collar.

"Please don't get me a second penalty, Wendily," I pleaded.

"Considering the proof of the drug being seen in her cell, it proves that Ms. Rachael Newslayday took this drug in order to fake her pregnancy," Winston said.

"Hm... it seems that way. Ah!" The Judge replied.

Rachael returned back  to the Defendant's Chair as I drink the water that was often offered on the bench before rubbing the bridge of my nose. This was a disaster. At this rate, I'm going to lose my girlfriend and my child. What am I going to do? I can't do this! I'm...

"Hey," I heard Wendy call me as I peeked over at her. She looked at me with those serious eyes. "You're not thinking about quitting, are you?"

"Huh?" I asked.

"I don't know why you quit being a Detective, that's your business, but I'm not going to allow you to quit this trial too. You're better than this."

"It's not the same, Wendily. I'm a Detective, not a Defense Attorney. I give out results through testimony, not debates. I know this might be hard for you to comprehend and you're in complete denial about this, but I'm... I'm going to lose..." I stuttered as Wendy looked over at Rachael, then at me.

"The symptoms."

"I beg your pardon?"

"The symptoms. The drug is for long term and one of those symptoms include dry mouth and stuffy nose. She doesn't seem to be showing any signs or has taken a glass of water since coming here."

"That's it," I realized.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decide a ver-" The Judge said.

https://youtu.be/5RlE_vgYdJw

"OBJECTION!" I shouted boldly, pointing my finger. "What Mr. Payne had said moments ago. He said the symptoms include fatigue, dry mouth or stuffy nose, constipation or impotence, yet my client has shown to have had diarrhea during her time in the Detention Center! Furthermore, the only symptoms that do match what Rachael Newslayday was facing could also be signs of pregnancy such as drowsiness. Unless you can give me proof that she has suffered any of these symptoms, besides being fatigue, you can't prove she ever took the drug!"

"AH! You're right!" The Judge exclaimed.

"Um... y-your honor, if I may, I have a witness I'd like to call to the stand," Winston said, sweating bullets.

"A witness?"

"Yes, he claims to have sold the defendant the drug. Though, he's a child and I fear our Defense Attorney might be too hard on him. He's only ten."

"No worries. Every testimony is important, no matter how young. Please bring him to the stand."

"Most certainly," Winston smirked slightly.

I saw what looked to be like a routy looking kid. He wore dirtied clothing with messy hair in an Afro. He was smacking his gum, while putting his hands in his pockets to look all tough. I knew that look. It was one of a child that has lived a hard life. I knew that life. Poor kid.

Standing on the Witness Stand, the kid crossed his arms, looking all tough, as Winston asked, "name and grade school?"

https://youtu.be/k367lUkAiHQ

"Grade school's for losers, G. My peeps call me She-Dog," the kid smirked.

"Um... of course... but can we get your real name?"

"You guys don't get it! It's She-Dog, don't wear it out, Gramps."

"G-Gramps!?"

"Ugh, it's whippersnappers like him why I'm never having kids!" Wendy humphed.

"You forget we were whippersnappers once ourselves. I kinda feel sorry for him. He looks like he's had it rough. That smart attitude is just a facade," I said.

"He's right. That child is hiding something. I think I've seen him before," Rachael stated. She smirked slightly. "I'd like to use that on him."

"Let's wait for that, Rachael," I suggested.

"Will you give us your testimony of handing the drug to the defendant?" The Judge asked.

"Most certainly, Gramps!" She-Dog grinned. He began his testimony. "So yeah, I was being held for breaking out of school again. My parents are trippin' man. You know what I'm sayin'?

"So, while I was bein' held, I heard this noise you see. I checked to see what's what and I saw that pretty chicky over there."

"HOLD IT! What noise did you hear, exactly?" I asked.

"I don't know. It was a weird scream, that's all I know. She probably saw a mouse or somethin'. You know how these chickies are," She-Dog replied, showing his too-big-for-his-breeches smirk. I'm going to have to remember that.

"Go on," I said.

"She was all, 'you're hot stuff, kid' and I offered her some dope. She took it and was all, 'you alright, kid. This here is the good stuff, yo.'"

That was an easy one. I checked over the Court Record, then shouted, "OBJECTION! You said you sold her dope, am I correct?"

"What else are ya gonna call it? Drugs?"

"How about legal drugs? While Chlorpromazine might be a prescribed drug, it's not illegal like dope." (13)

"Well, excuse me, Mr. Dictionary! Not everyone knows everything like you know-it-all lawyers!" She-Dog yelled at me with rage.

"Perhaps, but you are in a court of law and, in a court of law, while you are giving out a testimony, every word that comes out of your mouth effects how everyone looks at you. You can't make up your own Dictionary just because it sounds cool. It only makes you look stupid and uncool in front of everyone. Would you want to look like that in front of your homies?" I asked as the kid stared at me with blinking eyes, then showed an impressed smirk.

https://youtu.be/zkyr-ulCL_k

"Heh, not bad, dog. I like you. My name's Raymond Shields, but you can call me Ray," (14) Raymond grinned. I showed an impressed smile of my own. I could tell there was something special about this kid.

"Ehem, would you like to revise your testimony?" The Judge asked.

"Sure thing, Gramps."

"Heh, I guess you're not so bad with kids, Former Detective. You'd make a good father," Winston smirked.

Raymond revised his testimony to, "okay, I'll be real from now on. I brought the lady her drug thing whatever.

"After that, she took it and I waited until my parents arrived to ground me or something."

"That smart mouth whippersnapper thinks he's all that," Wendy seethed.

"He's certainly hiding something," I agreed.

"It sounds like a good time for me to try that," Rachael smirked slightly.

"Perhaps, but let me do it, since I'm the Defense Attorney, and you can help me with it. Unfortunately, I'm not good with Chess like you are," I said, adding in a hint of flirtation in my voice.

"Flattering. Very well, go get him."

"Hey, watch it, lady!" Wendy growled as Rachael giggled.

https://youtu.be/vwYYoIgj6rw

"First, ask about the scream he heard," Rachael suggested.

"Ray, I would like to ask about the scream," I started.

"Scream? You mean from the lady? It's as I said, she probably saw a mouse or something," Raymond said, looking frustrated. I remained quiet. He looked to the side. "Hey, I'm not mad or anything, I just don't know."

"No pressure, I only want to know what happened that day. If there's anything you remember or know, I want you to tell the court, so we can get to the truth."

"As I said, I don't know why they were screaming."

I smirked, tapping my finger on my pen, (15) then replied, "they? You never said anything about a third person."

"EEK! Well... um... I... just misspoke. Yeah, that's right!"

"Bold excuse, but I don't buy it. You did say how pretty and hot Ms. Newslayday is. I doubt you'd mistaken she to they."

"Well, excuse me, Hotshot! I'm not the one that can brag to your friends that you banged a hot thing like that! ... Oop!" Raymond exclaimed, then clasped his mouth with his two hands, his face turning red at his confession. Interesting how he knew about my affair, even though he's trying to prove the baby doesn't exist.

"Not bad. You did pretty good for your first try," Rachael smirked proudly.

"I have a very good teacher," I grinned proudly.

"Alright, but it's not over yet. Use his last statement as a clue. Next, ask him about the drug. I don't think he was lying about bringing the drug to my holding cell."

I turned to Raymond, then asked, "where did you get that drug?"

"Hm? Well, you know, I just found it on the streets," Raymond shrugged.

"I don't think a drug like that would be something anyone using it would handle carelessly."

"Well, sorry, but I'm not the big expert on drugs!" Raymond cried in frustration.

"..."

"Drugs are drugs. That's how I see it. It can make you feel better than before. That's why people sell them like hotcakes."

"I can see that. Though, even drugs that good wouldn't be something you'd just throw away on the streets." (16)

"I know, right!? That's why I was shocked that someone would just drop it on the side of the road like it was nothing."

That made my eyes perk and I asked, "so, someone dropped it?"

"Uh... yeah, just... you know... someone. I don't know who?"

"But, you saw someone. Perhaps you know what they look like?"

"I don't know! All you grownups look the same to me!" Raymond glared, looking frustrated.

"..."

"A-As I said. I don't know... what he looks like... or anything. I don't even know where he lives or if he knows my family."

I smirked, tapping my finger on my pen, then replied, "who said anything about your family?"

"Uh..."

"Raymond, you're hiding something from the court. Judging by your responses, you know who gave you the drug and more than likely, this person who gave it to you was using you to deliver it to my client."

"EEK! H-How...?"

"Raymond Shields, it's time you start talking, now. There is a living baby inside the defendant and if you continue to lie about giving her the drug, you're going to be sending her unborn baby to their death."

"B-But... he said there was no baby!" Raymond cried.

"It's time to use that clue," Rachael winked as I nodded in response.

"You said you heard a sound earlier and even claimed that I had banged a hot chick. Is it possible that the scream you heard from my client was... um... us banging?" (17) I asked awkwardly as Raymond turned bright red. "I don't know how long you've been in school or if you've taken Sex Ed, but that is how babies are created. You can ask anyone."

https://youtu.be/sK4IGjKI_MA

"W-Well, I mean I know that, but... is she really?" Raymond asked, sounding uncertain. His hands were shaking, then he squeezed his eyes shut and started weeping. "I can't! He promised me he'd keep me from going to prison, if I did what he said! I can't go! I'll be beaten and smashed! I don't wanna go through that again! Please!"

Raymond burst into tears as the room turned silent. Honestly, I was afraid of this. I knew the moment I saw him how rough his life was. I can relate. My father was a drug addict and his friends have done a lot of things to me, shot heroine inside of me and have done unspeakable things. It was hard living my everyday life. I could see Wendy staring at Raymond with shock and sorrow. She knew that life too. She might be horny for me, but her, Damon and I all survivors of poor parenting, abuse, and hurt. We only had each other. (18)

I walked up to the Witness Stand, then offered a handkerchief. Raymond took it and blew into it before I patted his head. He looked up to me with reddened eyes.

"Have you had your trial yet?" I asked as Raymond shook his head.

"It's tomorrow," Raymond replied.

"Then, I will defend you tomorrow."

"M-Me? But... I'm guilty! You've got no chance!"

"That's not the point. Being a Defense Attorney doesn't mean you defend the innocent. It means we are the defenders of mercy. I'll make sure you won't get hurt, okay. You can trust me."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Raymond sniffed, wiping his eyes. He turned to the Judge and confessed, "I was trying to drop out from school, because I killed someone. It was an accident, I didn't mean to, but... I was scared so I ran. The police found me and arrested me. While I was being arrested, this man came behind me and told me to pick up the drug and put it in the pretty hot lady's cell. I... I did what he said and... and... I'M SORRY! He said he would drop my charges, that I would go to adult prison, because I murdered someone. I... I..."

"I'm... very sorry," the Judge said speechlessly.

"It's clear that this child was being used for a dirty trick to murder an innocent unborn child. I wish for farther tests to be had and a farther investigation on the matter of Raymond Shield," I suggested.

"Indeed. What does the Prosecution say on the matter?" The Judge asked.

Winston turned to me, then smiled before saying, "heh, not bad, Defense Attorney Gregory Edgeworth. I'd like to face you again tomorrow. I'd like to get to the bottom of this murder that happened in his school."

"Very well. I will now declare my verdict for the trial of Rachael Newslayday...

NO T   G U I L T Y

"You did fantastic, Mr. Edgeworth. I hope to see more of your amazing work tomorrow," The Judge replied.

https://youtu.be/UbqMAfCjrno

"Thank you, sir," I said, bowing, before Raymond ran down to Rachael.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I... I'm a bad person," Raymond apologized.

"All of us have our faults. Your Defense Attorney has his own share of skeletons, I have mine and you have yours. After the sentence, I want you to go live your life happy and free. Promise me you'll do that?" Rachael asked the boy.

"I promise. Oh, I should give you my phone number. I wanna know when the baby is coming!"

"Here," I said, handing Raymond my business card. "Call me anytime and I'll let you know the due date."

"You better! I've always wanted to be an Uncle!"

"Hmph, I refuse to believe it," Wendy said, walking out of the courthouse. I sighed, shaking my head. Some things never change.

8:32 AM
HIGH PROSECUTION'S OFFICE
ROOM 1012

https://youtu.be/iW58zOIWGCw

I stopped the tape. I was surprised and full of question. It was strange seeing Mother on that tape. She seemed so brave and strong, even knowing she was going to die very soon. All she thought about was saving me. I wish I could've seen her.

"I never knew Father knew Uncle Ray this long. I had only just met him three years ago," I thought aloud.

"That's probably because Mr. Shields was on probation for five years. Your father was able to save him after that case from gaining a worse sentence. He was proven innocent for murder, but he was sent to Juvy for selling drugs. Your father visited him from time to time and helped him get back on his feet. I suppose your father saw himself in that boy. Both of them went through a pretty rough childhood," Mr. Faraday explained. (19)

"Yes, father told me Grandfather is not a good man and my Aunt hates me. The last time I saw her, she hurt me," I said. (20)

"I suppose you've had your share of hurt, huh?"

"Father is always trying to protect me, but he also teaches me how to defend myself. He tells me that words are a powerful weapon, if used correctly."

"Hehe he's right. You know, the trial has started about a few minutes minutes ago. If he confesses to his crime, that will be enough for me to indict him and my detective to arrest him."

"I know. If that happens, ask him if he has any evidence on Mother's case. He was the detective on her case. He might have decisive evidence he's been preserving."

"Hm... nine years of preserved evidence. I wouldn't put it passed the Chief," Mr. Faraday replied with a small smirk. "I'll tell you what. I'll bring you to the Courthouse and see if you can find anything about any preserved evidence from nine years ago."

"You got it!"

9:00 AM
DISTRICT COURTHOUSE
COURTROOM #1

The bailiff led Raymond to the Witness Stand. Judging from Blaise's expression, I could tell he was planning on exposing me, if I were to expose him. I knew this would be his last desperate act to make sure this trial didn't continue and Manfred Von Karma would be given a Guilty verdict. I had to be careful and make sure Manfred was proven innocent without a shadow of a doubt. If not, I would need to make sure that he had all the weapons he needed to defend himself.

Even though I am Manfred's Defense Attorney, technically he can choose to represent himself and he would do just as good as me, being he is a certified and trained lawyer. The issue with anyone choosing to represent themselves, lawyer or not, is that until they're given a verdict, they are stuck inside the Detention Center. They can't gather evidence from the scene of the crime. A Defense Attorney is often highly recommended, being that they do more than the bare minimum unlike Public Defenders. Not to say there aren't good ones and Raymond is working his way to becoming one. (21) Though, any Public Defender must defend whatever client they're assigned to, whereas Defense Attorneys choose whom they will defend by whatever price they require.

If Blaise did expose my crime against Rachael, Manfred will be without a Defense Attorney and force to rather ask for a Public Defender or represent himself. Either way would give Blaise a greater advantage to get Manfred a Guilty verdict. If I'm going to prevent that, I will need to make sure that Blaise is exposed as well in order for there to be question if he is fit to prosecute. If I can do that, then Manfred's trial will be forced to be canceled until a replacement for a Prosecuting Attorney is found. He would at least have that amount of time to find another Defense Attorney or choose to represent himself with whatever he's got. He'll also have a better chance to be proven Not Guilty, if Blaise is no longer the Prosecuting Attorney. That was my goal.

"Name and occupation," Blaise started. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was subtly threatening Raymond to keep quiet about something. He flinched, then stared at Blaise with suspicion. I wonder what he's thinking. Either way, it's going to take more than that for Blaise to intimidate him... not after everything he's been through.

"Raymond Shields, Defense Attorney of Edgeworth Law Offices," Raymond replied without a beat.

"Mr. Shields, I understand you have a client to attend to in 45 minutes," The Judge mentioned.

"No worries. My client is currently with Ms. Hall and I've already prepared for that trial. As a witness, I want to help Mr. Edgeworth as much as I can," Raymond replied confidently.

"Very well. Mr. Shields, according to the Defense, he believes that your traces of evidence, outside of what was found on the ladder... erm step ladder, may've been fabricated. Can you testify how and why that is?" The Judge asked.

"Actually, I can. I don't know how Ms. Young got a hold of my fingerprints, but I know how and where the gum came from," Raymond replied, showing a more serious expression. He began his testimony. "I was chewing gum the day of the IS-7 trial before the earthquake. There was no garbage bin, so I placed it under the table when no one was looking.

"HOLD IT! Do you know how anyone got a hold of it or who could've known about it?" I asked.

"Hm.... not that I know. Though, it was moved to the storage room on the 3rd floor. I'd probably guess whoever had it moved there probably knew. That's just my guess," Raymond replied, scrunching his lips to the side.

"Highly unlikely. The ones, who move the furniture were the cleaning crew, who wouldn't know who was on trial or defending," Blaise objected.

"OBJECTION! It doesn't matter. If told by anyone involved in the IS-7 trial, all they would have to do is know the time of the trial and watch Mr. Shields and I enter into the Defendant's Lobby to know where he was located. If ordered by the right man in power, they may even know whose gum it belonged to. For instance, someone watching from the Security Room," I objected.

"That is true! Every Defendant's Lobby has a security camera," the Judge agreed. "But then, who was watching the security cameras then?"

"As a former Chief Detective, I have knowledge of the Security Room and who is allowed to go in," I replied. "The Security Room is very strict and limited on who is allowed to go in and come out. There are two Security Officers in charge of the room and are in charge of watching each security video being recorded. They are not allowed to leave their post. The Chief of Police is to keep watch and make sure they do their job. I highly doubt they were involved in framing Mr. Shields."

"At least we can agree on that," Blaise smirked.

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"With that said, there are certain people that are allowed to go in and out of the Security Rooms whenever they like. As Chief Detective, I was also allowed to go inside, including the Chief Prosecutor Blaise Debeste. No other Detective or Prosecutor are allowed in those rooms-"

"OBJECTION! There are conditions, dear Edgeworth, or did you forget from these nine years of retirement from the force."

"I was actually getting to that," I smirked as Blaise gave me a warning glare.

"What kind of conditions?" The Judge asked curiously.

"To be specific, we need to have documented reasons in need of the security camera. It was no different at the Detention Center when Detective Badd asked his boss for security footage of my client's interrogation of Jeff Master. In other words, whoever the kidnapper is would be someone that would've had documented proof or excuse to need the security camera and go into the Security Room. Unfortunately, I don't have a list of anyone that went in or out of the Security Room, but there is someone I know went inside that day that could be a potential suspect."

"Wh-Who!?"

"Edgeworth," Blaise seethed.

"The one prosecuting at this very courtroom. You gave my client a penalty that day of the trial, did you not? You would not have been able to do so, unless you had proof that your employee did something unprofessional or else you'd be run down by the P.I.C. By that, that already makes you a potential suspect," I replied bluntly.

"So, you believe that I would have any reason to kidnap your son and frame your disciple?" Blaise smirked.

"No, I have reason to suspect you. For one, while your motive for kidnapping my son might be flimsy, you do have a motive to kidnap my client's son and frame my disciple, if only to make sure my client gets a Guilty verdict. Of course, this is just a possibility and nothing more. Either way, if you want to get yourself cleared up, maybe you should show a record of who went into the Security Room. Considering that the Defendant's Lobby is soundproof and no one else was in the room, except Mr. Shields, Jeff Master and I, only those that watched the security camera would've known whose gum that belonged to."

"How dare you," Blaise seethed. I knew he would be cornered this way. I did not reveal anything relating to Rachael Newslayday or accused him yet. I also knew he couldn't just go to the Security Room and get a list of who went in and out that day, since I have no doubt he'd be the only one that went in, aside from the Security Guards.

"I'm afraid I will have to side with the Defense on this one. As much as it pains me to say this, I am starting to become very suspicious of you, Chief Debeste. For one, you did claim the kidnapped child belonged to Mr. Von Karma without being told whose child he belonged to. You also did, without a doubt, go into the Security Room, if only to deliver that penalty to Mr. Von Karma before the earthquake and kidnapping," The Judge stated.

"If I may say something. Chief Prosecutor Debeste was also the one that warned me about Mr. Von Karma plotting to murder Mr. Edgeworth," Raymond mentioned.

"He-He did!?" The Judge exclaimed aloud as the gallery began murmuring. He slammed the gavel. "Order! Order! Chief Debeste, is this true that you told Mr. Shields that the defendant would murder Mr. Edgeworth?"

"Ehm of course. The moment I gave him that penalty, he said that 'Edgeworth would pay for this!' before slamming the door. I am aware of Von Karma's obsession with perfection and that he was the kind to wipe anyone or anything that gets in his way of delivering that perfection. While I might not be on good terms with the man, he is still my former Detective and I would not wish for any harm upon him. It seems I was right. It's only sad that this man has come to defending the man that tried to end his life and after trying to save his life," Blaise said, using his words to twist me into submission, but those words hardly phased me anymore. I was familiar with them. He's trying to put me in my place.

"I wonder about that. Mr. Shields, will you tell the court what exactly happened when Chief Prosecutor Debeste warned you about my client being a danger to my life?" I asked.

"Sure!" Mr. Shields replied, showing a hopeful smile. He began his second testimony. "After the earthquake, I was searching for Mr. Edgeworth to see if he was alright.

"I realized he was trapped in the elevator, so I went to search for help. It was during the commotion that I found Chief Prosecutor Debeste.

"Mr. Debeste took me into one of the lobbies here and told me that Manfred Von Karma was going to kill Mr. Edgeworth."

"HOLD IT! Did he tell you how he knew or was certain that my client was going to take my life?" I asked.

"He told me exactly what he told the court, that Mr. Von Karma said, 'Edgeworth would pay for this!' slammed the door, then left in anger," Mr. Shields replied.

"What else did he say?"

"Actually, I was getting to that," Raymond replied, then continued. "I didn't want to believe it, but then the Chief Prosecutor told me that Mr. Von Karma was a perfectionist and only cared about his perfect record and nothing else. At the time, it seemed reasonable."

"HOLD IT! Are you certain that's what he said?"

"That's right!"

"I think anyone in this courtroom will agree that your client is a perfectionist and the kind that would care about nothing else, but his perfect record," Blaise said confidently.

"Except, that's not what's been proven in this trial. If anything, it proves the opposite, that there are things or people my client considers more important than a perfect record. For instance, his wife, who appeared moments ago stating that he is a loving father, and, despite the hostage situation, was willing to not claim the child as his own."

"..."

"As my client's boss, you should know everything about his family and how much he loves them. In fact, he has a picture of them on his desk. You would be a fool to not know that. It's easy to see why everyone else would believe that my client only cares about perfection, but why you? Why would you not know the other people my client considers to be more important than his perfect record? In fact, why had you not brought up his family as soon as you saw he was about to end my life?"

"Edgeworth..." Blaise seethed with eyes full of fire and warning.

"I know how you love to bull your way into things, but be careful," Manfred warned me in a whisper.

"I've got this," I assured him.

"Actually, I would like to know the answer to that myself," the Judge stated.

"Very well. At the time, I was only thinking about my former partner's life. Considering how enraged he was, I was in too much shock to think," Chief Prosecutor Debeste replied as his excuse. "Now, that has been answered, will the witness please continue?"

"Suppose that was a waste of time," Manfred muttered.

"Not really. Now, we've got the judge suspecting him. His reason is focused around the fact he was looking after my well being. Once I bring up what he did to Rachael..." I explained, showing my confident smirk.

"His foundation will crumble to pieces," Manfred realized, his eyes widened in realization.

"I want to make sure you're found innocent before he tries to expose me," I said. Luckily, Blaise is not the brightest crayon in the box and is unaware of the noose being tied around his neck.

"Once he told me, I told him about Mr. Edgeworth's situation. He was trapped in the elevator and couldn't get out due to the blackout," Raymond continued.

"HOLD IT! When was Prosecutor Debeste informed of this?" I asked.

"I'd say it was about an hour or so after the blackout."

"OBJECTION! What does that have to do with this case?" Blaise asked. "This is a waste of time!"

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"I was trapped for five hours. Mr. Shields told you an hour after realizing I was trapped in the elevator, yet four hours later is when my client entered the scene. Now, why is that? You knew very well that the elevator was airtight due to the debris. Mr. Shields informed you as much, since I was the one that told him our situation. As the Chief Prosecutor, you have the police at your beck and call. Even during an blackout, they could use axes and crowbars to push the elevator doors open. They are trained as much. (22) They're also required to stand in guard, if there are people trapped in a closed room, especially if someone was after my life. So, why weren't there non there? You had four hours and you did nothing. I thought you cared for my well being as your former detective," I challenged Blaise as his fists shook. He knew I had him.

"Chief Prosecutor Debeste, what is going on? I might not be smart on a lot of things, but I know if it were anyone I knew, I would certainly call for help. What does this mean?" The Judge asked.

"I think it's obvious, your honor. As I have just proven in this case, there's a lot of suspicion on the Chief Prosecutor. First, he knew my location and situation for four hours before the power returned. Second, aside from informing my colleague to find my location, he did nothing to prevent his employee from trying to take my life. Third, he had access to the security cameras to know about the gum under the desk and power to make sure it was moved to the storage under everyone's nose during the blackout. Fourth, he gave the penalty to my client before telling my student, whose gum is used as evidence to prove the identity of the kidnappers, and despite caring for my well being never mentioned any of this to the police. Fifth, he was the one that claimed in the last trial that the kidnapped child belonged to my client, even though he was mine. Sixth, he tried to prevent Mr. Shields from taking the stand, claiming it was a waste of time, despite having warned him about my client attempting to end my life. Why is that?" I stated, ending it with a question. I slammed my hand on the counter. "The reason is clear. I indict Blaise Debeste as the murderer of Yanni Yogi and responsible for kidnapping my son, Miles Edgeworth!"

The gallery began murmuring aloud as the Judge slammed his gavel. "Order! Order, I-"

"OBJECTION!" Blaise shouted. "You have completely lost it, Edgeworth. You believe I would murder some bailiff I don't know!?"

"OBJECTION! No, I believe you were trying to kill my client. Your motive was me," I stated. "My client was intending on murdering me. You didn't just allow him to do so, but encouraged it with that penalty. Had he succeeded, you would've used my murder as a rope around his neck!"

"What? He was going to use me as some sort of toy?" Manfred asked me, looking incredibly shocked and angry. I could see his fists shaking at the idea, perhaps the fear that he could've succeeded and this man would've had full control over his life and career. (23)

"OBJECTION! That is a bold statement, Mr. Edgeworth. I'm his boss, why would I want to control him more than I already am? More importantly, why would I want to get rid of you?" Blaise smirked devilishly.

"It's clear why. It's because you knew I would expose you for a crime that happened nine years ago and since then, you've been losing your touch. It was only a matter of time. Once my son grew older, there would be no one holding me back before the stature of limitation ran out," I stated as Blaise's eyes grew in dark flame.

"Expose him? Of what crime!?" The Judge asked.

"Before I go there, I must first reveal the decisive evidence of Blaise's crime," I stated, revealing the data of my son's clothes. "This proves even more who the real murderer is. Bonnie Young knew about the data and yet did not touch these clothes, only the step ladder, meaning that the kidnapper was uninformed." I could see Blaise's anger increasing. "A piece of Blaise Debeste's hair was found on these clothes, including fingerprints that belong to him and two other people unknown. Your honor, you cannot ignore this evidence! Only the Chief Prosecutor could have done something like this with all the evidence given."

"Indeed, but why would he do it?"

"The motive, as I said, was me exposing him of a crime that happened nine years ago in this very Courthouse," I said.

"Edgeworth... if you-" Blaise tried to intimidate me, but I continued.

"Rachael Newslayday was accused of ten hit-and-run murders. I was the Detective at the time and had helped him fabricate evidence against him," I continued.

"Y-You.... fabricated evidence?" The Judge asked, flabbergasted as the gallery began murmuring in shock.

"Wait! He did, but he's changed! He's not like that anymore!" Raymond pleaded as I shook my head. It pained me to see him like this.

"Mr. Shields, I appreciate you defending my honor, but this crime has been going on for too long without punishment. It's hurt everyone involved, including the Detectives that once worked under me. I left as Chief Detective, because I was afraid for my one and only child. Until now, I had no one else to care for him and used the Law Offices to support the both of us and protect him. I tried to protect Rachael, but she's already been executed for a crime she didn't commit. If I leave this crime unnoticed and allow this man to get away with his crimes, then my past crimes will be passed down to the Police Department. No one in the Prosecution or Detectives will be trusted."

"You really are a fool. Are you going to leave your client in the dust like you did with the Police Department?" Blaise glared, trying wild up my emotions to put me under his thumb.

"No, because if what I'm saying is correct and we both colluded in a crime nine years ago against Rachael Newslayday, that proves my client innocent. You see, because I had colluded with you in fraudulent schemes, I know all the past crimes you'd committed, including setting Rachael up to be executed, which is considered murder. That gives you a much stronger motive to want me dead and considering Mr. Shields' testimony and your actions in this trial, including the evidence presented earlier, that proves it can only be YOU! If you're going to take me with you, then you have already proven my client innocent!" I stated, showing a small smirk of my own.

"He still Attempted Murder!" Blaise cried, but I kept my smirk.

"I knew you were going to bring that up. TAKE THAT!" I shouted, showing the book, Homicide Law.

"Homicide Law?"

"Yes, as I said, had your plan succeeded, you would've used my murder by my client as a rope around his neck. Unfortunately, that failed, because he didn't Attempt Murder. On Section C of Attempted Murder, even if the culprit took steps or premeditated to kill the victim, non of these apply if it is proven for the murder to be impossible or if the culprit withdrew,"I quoted, showing the section to the Judge. "The reason you murdered Yanni Yogi was because my client failed to carry out the plan to murder me, ergo you tried to shoot him to kill two birds with one stone only to shoot Yanni Yogi instead. My client is a perfectionist. There is no way he could've missed his chance in taking my life, if he really wanted. He had the time and opportunity to do so and get away with it, but  he didn't take it. He withdrew the moment my son woke up. His testimony is proof of that and not just his testimony alone. All I need now is the words from the victim himself, Miles Edgeworth. At this point, I don't even need to be here to prove my client's innocence. My son's testimony and the evidence presented will do that! YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO GO BLAISE AND NOTHING YOU SAY IS GOING TO KEEP ME FROM EXPOSING YOU OF YOUR CRIME OF MURDER ON TWO ACCOUNTS AND KIDNAPPING!!"

"Edgeworth....EDGEWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORTH!" Blaise shouted as he ripped up his fake beard, then threw it at me in anger. Manfred and I ducked before I peeked back up. (24)

"So... that was fake?" Manfred asked, blinking.

"You didn't know?" I asked as I was rewarded with a glare.

"Eh-em... well, I'm afraid this crime cannot be gone unlooked... I'm sorry Chief Prosecutor Debeste," The Judge said sorrowfully, shaking his head. He then looked at me with greater sorrow. "I'm sorry too, Mr. Edgeworth. You were a great Detective and a surprisingly wonderful Defense Attorney."

"That's alright, your honor. Honestly, this has been weighing on me for these past nine years. Though, I'd like to at least hear my client's verdict," I pleaded.

"Very well. I declare the verdict of Manfred Von Karma...

N O T   G U I L T Y

I could hear an applause and a relief overwhelming me as I heard the doors open and there, behind them, was non other than Byrne Faraday and my son behind him. I could only stare longingly at my son I haven't seen in days as he stared back with strong confidence and a smile. That gave me confidence. I could see Miles had gone through a lot and was staying strong like the soldier he is.

"I would like to indict Gregory Edgeworth as an accomplice of the murder of Rachael Newslayday. This case has been going unsolved for far too long and he has already confessed," Byrne said.

"Chief Prosecutor Blaise Debeste... Gregory Edgeworth... you both are under arrest," Detective Badd said calmly as two other officers began cuffing Blaise, who gave me the most deadliest death glare. He approach me with handcuffs. I put my wrists forward, so that he would cuff me. Looking back at Manfred, he stared at me with determination.

"Father," I heard my son as I looked down. "Do you have evidence about Mother's case nine years ago?"

"Yes," I replied to my son, then looked to Detective Badd. "Tyrell..." I reached into my pocket for my keys, then gave them to the detective. "It's under the floorboard of my desk in my office. There's a hatch, so you don't have to break it when investigating my office. It contains all the case files and evidence of Rachael Newslayday, including the one after when I proved her pregnancy to be true. Be sure to bring this to the Prosecutor in charge of Blaise's case."

"... I see," Detective Badd replied, taking my keys. "I'll do this."

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"Son, I want you to stay with Mr. Von Karma. Do what he says, alright," I ordered as I watched my son look down sadly.

"Y-Yes, Father," my son replied sadly.

I chuckled a bit, then hugged him with my cuffed hands. I whispered, "it's alright. You did good. I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you for another seven years."

"I want you to stay all the time."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Prosecutor Faraday, considering that I have been proven Not Guilty, I would like to take the Chief's case off your hands. You will not be able to have a sentence for Mr. Edgeworth, if the real culprit isn't tried," Manfred requested.

"Hmph... true, but I also have heard some things from my detective about your... performance," Byrne replied with distrusting eyes. (25)

"I understand. It was error on my part and I take responsibility, but this is our Chief. I don't feel comfortable allowing my colleague to have to Prosecute against our boss. He's only been my boss for a year, so my loyalty to him won't be as great."

"..."

"If you don't feel you can trust me, you may have your detective keep watch."

"I'll help too! I don't believe Mr. Von Karma will make the same mistake he did before! He's changed like Father!" My son said. I smiled at him softly. It's hard to believe Manfred was the same terrible Prosecutor I wanted Miles to stay as far away from.

"Hehe changed huh?" Bryne smirked slightly, then sighed. "Gregory Edgeworth, you're Prosecutor Von Karma's Defense Attorney. Do you believe he's changed?"

I looked at Bryne in the eye and replied, "considering that Blaise Debeste will no longer be controlling the Autopsy or his paycheck, I believe his performance will be... perfect. Though, it wouldn't hurt to have numbers involved in the case."

"Hm... I couldn't agree more," Prosecutor Faraday agreed with a small smirk. His face then turned serious. "Tyrell, how about you get that student of yours on board? We might also need the Forensics."

"But, isn't Bonnie Young arrested?" My son asked.

"Yes, which is why Damon Gant will be taking over her position temporarily, until the Police Department can find a new head."

"Looks like we've got a good team," I replied with my confident smirk. Detective Badd nodded, then gave my keys to Manfred. 

This was a small victory, but there is still another battle to come. I took one look at my son, who smiled at me with beaming confidence. Though, I knew I couldn't do this alone. I was going to need help or a partner of sorts.

AFTER STORY NOTES:

1. Usually, the woman has to be 16-20 weeks pregnant before the doctor can find the gender of the unborn baby, which is usually 4-5 months pregnant. While Rachael is five months pregnant, because of having recently announced her pregnancy and being accused of faking her pregnancy, even though it's clear as day that the little bump on her belly isn't fat, neither or Gregory know if Miles is male or female right now. They have to first prove that there is a baby inside. In normal circumstances, this should be common sense, because of ultrasound, but Blaise Debeste is using his power and influence to deny Rachael any hospital visits to detect ultrasound. 

2. I AM APOLLO JUSTICE AND I AM FINE!! And, yes, I'm using Apollo Justice music for the flashback. It kinda fits Gregory's personality back in the day. 

3. In case you didn't notice, Robert Hammond is a far worse troll than Maya, Pearl and Phoenix combined. I don't think either of them would deliberately leave Phoenix or Edgeworth with Oldbag lolz.

4. So, basically, it would be like if Edgeworth was forced to have Oldbag as an assistant, while defending his lover. I think Hammond is the ultimate troll at this point rofl.

5. This can only go so well!

6. I don't know about you guys, but this is the kind of cliche "I can't believe I forgot I placed it there like five seconds ago!" that I can totally relate to.

7. Keep in mind that the affair between Gregory and Rachael have been written in the tabloids and News. Wendy is into that kind of stuff, so yeah, she's already having a bad start with Rachael. 

8. Oldbag is very aware that Gregory doesn't have feelings for her. The thing is, she's not handling rejection like a normal person and I will get more into it later on. This is kinda my origin or head canon for Wendy Oldbag's crush on Miles Edgeworth.

9. Unlike the present time, Gregory had just left Blaise and is trying to avoid seeing him as much as possible. He's afraid of being under that man's thumb again.

10. This is a real medication btw. You can Google it.

11. Dang Payne, since when were you so savage? I thought you were the tutorial guy!

12. Yeowch! I think you're gonna need ice for that burn, Greggy-boy.

13. It is illegal to get prescribed meds without a prescription from your doctor, but that doesn't make them illegal drugs. Illegal drugs are drugs not allowed anywhere in the country or state. Prescribed medicines are drugs that are prescribed to you by  your doctor.

14. Yep, this little punk is young Raymond Shields as a kid and yes, he was kind of a little punk. 

15. 

Like Father like son.

16. Keep in mind that Gregory is talking about a prescribed drug, not an illegal drug like Heroine.

17. Rofl yep, Raymond was a witness to Gregory's affair with Rachael. Don't worry, that didn't scar him for life. Something else did.

18. To continue what I was saying earlier about Oldbag. As I said, she is aware Gregory doesn't have feelings for her and is taking rejection unnaturally. The reason is because her, Gregory and Damon are all victims of child abuse. This is also my head canon in this story of why they would have ended up the way they did in the canon universe. For Wendy, she's never experienced love in her life as a child, except from Gregory, thus why she is crazy in love with him. Her crush on Miles in the canon universe is her trying to cope with losing the only person in her life that ever showed her love. Anyone will tell you that a majority of people that act unnaturally sexual have been molested at some point during their childhood. To Wendy, having a crush or acting sexual towards someone that's old enough to be your child is completely normal to her, even if it's the son of her first lover and yeah, ew. With all of that said, I do promise that Wendy will have a normal and healthy relationship with Miles in this story. She won't end up having a crush on him 15 years from this story's universe. This is just to give you an understanding of Wendy in this story. Unlike Gant and Manfred, I'm not trying to make Oldbag likable, just more empathetic. 

19. Raymond's childhood is much deeper than what's being explained right now. I will get into that in later chapters.

20. Don't worry, Miles was never sexually assaulted or molested by his Aunt. 

21. Raymond Shields was a Public Defender in Miles Edgeworth: Prosecutor's Path. He was assigned to defend Knightly. That wasn't his choice. I think that's why he's never seen with a Defense Attorney's badge. That's my guess anyways.

22. It is true and I always did wonder why the police weren't trying to break Gregory out.

23. In other words, Manfred is now realizing how much Blaise had manipulated him. It also hints that, if he had succeeded and the canon story had taken place, that would mean that all the desperate cover-ups he made to cover his crimes were because of the amount of control Blaise had on him. It's clear that Manfred did not like Blaise, especially considering he's the only prosecutor that wears his badges on his suit. That is something that Manfred despises. 

24. Remind you of anyone? A certain someone that saw it? XP

25. Tyrell Badd informed his Byrne Faraday about what Manfred did in IS-7.