Chapter 849: Chapter 849 A Short Rest_1
The prosecutor’s face changed abruptly, shock evident as he looked toward the officer in the witness stand!
If information about the insect eggs had been filtered out, he could understand, but why was such important evidence also deleted?
An overload of useless information could indeed hinder a prosecutor’s investigation, but missing key evidence could cause even greater obstacles in the investigative work!
Silas Jaxon was flustered and embarrassed, his face reddening as he loudly retorted, “Hypertonic fenoxycarb EC is just a pesticide! What’s wrong with finding pesticide residues in the soil of the flower garden where the head was dug out? Weeds and insects both necessitate the use of pesticides!”
Purple Sumrs appeared to have been waiting for this response. She quickly walked back to her desk, picked up a stack of docunts, and distributed them to everyone’s hands.
“This is a report from the Drug Safety Supervision Departnt. Hypertonic fenoxycarb EC is a novel agricultural dicine developed to combat moth pests. Currently, in the whole of Kingsley City, only York Town’s walnut groves have undergone large-scale spraying, and moreover, it causes damage to plants from the rose family. Therefore, it is impossible that this chemical would be used in a garden full of roses!
Therefore, the victim, Nadia Cory’s head, must have originally been buried in the walnut grove and was later deliberately moved to the president’s villa!”
The judge looked at the report in his hand for a while before taking off his glasses and looking at the prosecutor.
“I am very disappointed,” said the judge. “Obtaining this evidence should have been your job, prosecutor.”
The prosecutor hung his head in sha.
Bang.
The judge struck the gavel once, his expression blank as he announced, “The court is now in recess. We will reconvene in one hour for the closing argunts from both the prosecution and the defense.”
The courtroom imdiately beca noisy, and without the restraint of discipline, people began to talk amongst themselves.
Edward Carter, the defendant, was taken away as shouts of “Daddy! Daddy!” filled the air behind him.
Autumn Carter ran toward him, but was stopped by the bailiff.
Purple Sumrs picked her up from behind, “Autumn, Daddy will be back in a mont, don’t worry.”
Autumn Carter waved her hands and called out to her father, “Daddy! You must co back, okay?”
Edward Carter turned to look at his daughter, his eyes slightly red, then he nodded firmly before being led away by the prison guard.
Purple Sumrs, holding Autumn Carter, turned around to be greeted by two elderly people with excitent on their faces.
“Ms. Sumrs! Is the situation now favorable for us? Are we going to win the case?”
Purple Sumrs was taken aback and heard Autumn’s crisp voice calling them, “Grandpa, Grandma!”
It was Edward Carter’s parents, who were also in the spectators’ gallery.
Purple Sumrs hurriedly put down Autumn Carter and shook hands with the elderly couple, “Don’t worry too much, the opposition’s evidence is insufficient, and the possibility of a conviction is not great.”
“That’s wonderful,” Old Mrs. Carter said in tears of joy. Although Purple Sumrs wasn’t the judge, Old Mrs. Carter almost blindly believed in Purple Sumrs.
She had seen all the efforts Purple Sumrs had made. To win the case, Purple Sumrs was working harder than anyone else present!
“I can’t talk much now; I’m going to prepare the closing argunts,” Purple Sumrs said as she patted Autumn Carter on the head and spoke to Old Mister Carter and his wife with a smile, “Excuse , I’ll see you later.”
The couple naturally didn’t dare to disturb her further; they knew very well that a lawyer needed extre concentration during the final phase of a trial.
Purple Sumrs went to a rest area in the courthouse reserved for lawyers.
How Gavin Graves managed it, she didn’t know, but he led Purple Sumrs through a different door, avoiding the crazy reporters outside, allowing her to prepare her closing argunt undisturbed.
Her friends naturally didn’t disturb her either, all gathered outside chatting quietly among themselves.
Second Young Master Graves, curious, ca online: “How does Ms. Sumrs usually prepare the… the closing argunts?”
“A short nap,” Aria Jackson said.
Second Young Master Graves looked puzzled: “A short temper?”
Aria Jackson rolled her eyes. If it hadn’t been for Young Master Graves’s presence, she would have seriously asked if this man was uneducated.
“I’m talking about sleeping, taking a quick nap. Do you get it now?”
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