Chapter 1143: Chapter 1143 Appeal_1
When the whole world is left with only oneself, it seems that everything else becos redundant.
Given that, why bother coming to the Prosecutor’s Office day after day seeking hope that simply doesn’t exist?
Purple Sumrs felt soone should persuade the old lady that morality and law are two different things; you can denounce soone for being immoral but you cannot punish them for it.
At least in Huaya Country, killing cats and torturing dogs is rely immoral, not illegal.
Purple Sumrs thought for a mont, and pulled out a thick book of case studies to review.
A colleague nearby saw this and curiously asked, “What are you looking up?”
Purple Sumrs replied while flipping through the book, “I’m looking for cases where pets have been considered as specific commorative items.”
The colleague imdiately understood, “You’re trying to help the old lady increase the compensation amount?”
Whenever a case related to pets ca up, everyone would think of the old lady outside the Prosecutor’s Office.
“Yes, that dog isn’t a rare breed; if the lawsuit is based on infringent of property rights, 75 is already the limit,” Purple Sumrs sighed, “If moral compensation could be claid, it would be much easier.”
Not just any case qualifies for moral compensation; the law clearly stipulates four situations, and only cases eting one of these four can claim moral compensation.
One of these is that if a specific commorative item with personal symbolic value is wrongfully damaged, the owner may sue for emotional damages.
But the idea of counting a pet as “a specific commorative item with personal symbolic value” is uncertain, whether the judge would support it.
Other colleagues in the office also gathered around to discuss, feeling that moral compensation could be a worthwhile angle to explore.
So threw cold water on the idea: “I don’t think it’s money that the old lady wants. She treated that dog like her own son or daughter. Just think, if your child was killed, would money be enough to pacify you?”
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.
After a mont, soone said, “The old lady wants the perpetrator to go to prison.”
Because of the death of a dog, to send a person to jail? … How is that possible?
The colleagues dispersed, returning to their workstations.
Purple Sumrs pursed her lips in thought; she felt she should talk to the old lady in person, regardless of how the previous prosecutor had handled it, she hoped to make clear every possibility of the case to her.
Hope was indeed slim, even if the case went to court, the outco might not be more than 75.
But if nothing was done, then 75 would always be 75, and nothing more – it wouldn’t change.
Having made up her mind, Purple Sumrs got up and went out to look for the old lady.
Unexpectedly, the old lady who was always lingering outside the Prosecutor’s Office was nowhere to be found.
Purple Sumrs walked a few steps forward and was about to give up when she spotted a stooped figure across the street, dragging a burlap sack, bent over picking up plastic water bottles from the ground.
It was the old person.
An elderly person’s bending is entirely different from a young person’s.
They need to use both hands to support their legs, bending down bit by bit to pick up water bottles, and then, with the help of their legs, slowly straighten their body. To say straight, it wasn’t really straight – they remained in a semi-bowed state.
Each movent was extrely slow, like a rusted clock, each tick an enormous struggle.
Strangely enough, Purple Sumrs thought of herself.
Ever since her belly had grown larger, bending over had beco increasingly difficult. Once, she tried to pick sothing up and couldn’t bend down after many tries, and Alexander Sumrs saw her and laughed at her for a good while without image.
But now, watching this old person, she couldn’t find it in herself to laugh.
Purple Sumrs went over and asked, “Madam, do you still plan to file another lawsuit?”
The old person looked up in confusion, eyes landing on Purple Sumr’s prominent belly, and then moved to her chest looking for a badge.
Purple Sumrs said, “I’m still an intern and don’t wear a badge, but I can help you appeal for another chance.”
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