Chapter 1467: Chapter 1467 Before the Court Hearing
After leaving the Graves Residence, Purple Sumrs went to the police station to find the officer handling the case to understand the situation.
At the police station, she encountered Aria Jackson.
Aria Jackson wasn’t responsible for this type of case; she was in the criminal investigation unit, focusing on major serious cris, such as murder, dismbernt, terrorism-related cases, and so forth.
However, having acquaintances always makes things easier; a phone call was all it took to bring her over.
While waiting, Purple Sumrs asked her about the case she’s busy with. Aria Jackson wore an expression that words couldn’t describe and sighed, “We’ll talk after you’re done.”
Unlike the prosecutor’s work style, Aria Jackson worked on a single-case mode—investigating one case at a ti. This ensured that she was highly focused on the case, avoided distraction, and increased the speed of solving cases.
Purple Sumrs watched her walk to the door, and unexpectedly saw a lean man in a taoist robe speaking with her. Then the two walked out of the police station hall together.
Purple Sumrs couldn’t help but laugh. So they really did invite a taoist priest.
…
After the officer arrived, Purple Sumrs asked about the case details.
She already understood most of the situation on Cherry’s side, but she was still unclear about the perpetrator’s side of things.
The officer said the man’s na was Timothy Diaz, twenty-five years old, without stable employnt.
On the day of the incident, Timothy Diaz was driving past the library building when Mrs. Graves, Madison Richards, accidentally got into his car. He invited Madison Richards to his ho, and she gladly accepted. Later, they went to his ho, and then, nearby neighbors heard the man’s screams. When they ca out, they happened to see Madison Richards running out of the house in panic, while Timothy Diaz was already unconscious with a poker card stuck in his left eye, blood was all over the place.
Purple Sumrs was shocked, “A poker card?”
The officer also showed a lingering fear expression, “Yeah, the eyeball was directly pierced. Logically speaking, this is an impossible incident. To cause injury with a poker card, it must reach an incredible speed, which a normal person simply cannot achieve.”
Purple Sumrs took a pen and silently noted it down.
“Were the two playing poker at the ti?” she asked.
“Yes, but their statents had so discrepancies. Mrs. Graves said the opponent was cheating and refused to admit defeat, and even tried to take off her clothes. Timothy Diaz, on the other hand, said Mrs. Graves seduced him and then suddenly turned and hurt him when they were being intimate.”
While taking notes, Purple Sumrs sighed inwardly: feeling sorry for Gavin Graves.
A few days later, it was the day of the court hearing, and many journalists ca.
The Graves Family’s chief steward, Lester Williams, made sufficient preparations in advance. Gavin Graves and his wife arrived, and the journalists were blocked several ters away, not allowed to approach.
Cherry wore a very ladylike vintage long dress. Her black and smooth hair was tied in two strands on the side, fixed at the nape, with a bow ribbon tied, forming a sweet princess hairstyle.
She stood next to Gavin Graves after getting out of the car, like a soft little white rabbit, with a delicate and innocent deanor.
“You were right, there really are a lot of people taking photos,” she said in amazent to Purple Sumrs.
Purple Sumrs smiled indifferently and walked inside.
Cherry asked her again, “With so many people taking photos today, why didn’t you dress up more beautifully? This outfit is quite ugly.”
Keeping her smile, Purple Sumrs said, “…”
Today, she was wearing a standard lawyer’s professional attire.
After entering the courthouse, Cherry noticed more lawyers and prosecutors. She vaguely understood and whispered to Gavin Graves beside her, “Why is everyone here dressed like this? So pitch-black…is it a uniform?”
Purple Sumrs couldn’t help but look at the two, curious about how Gavin Graves usually got along with Cherry.
Gavin Graves sensed Purple Sumrs’ gaze, smiled at her, and patted Cherry’s head, saying, “You’ll get used to it.”
Purple Sumrs understood, and withdrew her gaze.
Cherry, however, still didn’t understand and muttered to herself all the way, “Get used to dressing like this? What kind of habit is that? It’s so strange…”
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