Chapter 852: Chapter 852 Three Thanks_1
The room fell into a deafening silence as people’s gazes followed Purple Sumrs’ direction, landing on the defendant Edward Carter seated in the dock.
“Why is Mr. Edward Carter standing in this position today?”
Purple Sumrs walked up beside the defendant’s dock, her eyes fixed on the jury.
“Because of the maid’s identification? This maid spends her days in the kitchen and her room, not knowing about the scar on Edward Carter’s jaw, nor the mole on his ear, yet she could recognize soone as her male master just by a hurried 1.5-second glance at a retreating back figure?
Or perhaps it’s because Edward Carter’s panicked deanor when arrested was very suspicious? Imagine driving ho at night and suddenly being stopped by the police, with the intense glare of their flashlights shining directly in your face! Would you panic? Yes, anyone would panic!
So, what are we left with? Nothing! Absolutely nothing. No trace of the victim’s blood was found on him, nor in his car, no physical evidence at all! Today, the reason Edward Carter is standing here is rely because a maid claid she saw him! What actually happened?
The maid heard a man and a woman arguing, and subconsciously assud that the man was Edward Carter. When she ca out of the room, she saw a man’s silhouette that was similar in stature and clothing to Edward Carter’s, and psychological suggestion made her even more certain that the murderer was Edward Carter! Please note, psychological suggestion! So when she called the police, she hesitated not one bit, saying, ‘Edward Carter killed his wife! You must catch him quickly!—’
In fact, all we have here is a overly panicked eyewitness, an eyewitness who never even saw the perpetrator’s face, an eyewitness who bears a prejudice against Edward Carter for his supposed indulgence in frivolous pursuits! She saw a man in a black suit from behind, that’s all! Just that alone!”
Purple Sumrs took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and her tone returned to gentle, “So say the purpose of a trial is justice, but how do we achieve justice? By questioning.”
Purple Sumrs finished her closing argunts and returned to her seat.
The judge struck his gavel, announcing the jury to leave for discussion.
While waiting, Caitlin Carter hurried over, standing alongside Autumn Carter and the Carter parents, anxiously awaiting the result.
Purple Sumrs inquired with a look, and Caitlin nodded back at her, aning she had reached an agreent with Rieste.
A lawyer’s integrity is guaranteed. Once the confidentiality agreent is signed, Autumn Carter’s origins will sink like a stone to the bottom of the ocean, never to be known by the world. For Edward Carter, this is the best outco.
Twenty minutes later, the jury unanimously agreed there was insufficient evidence from the prosecution, and Edward Carter was acquitted without charge.
As the judge announced the verdict, Autumn Carter, like a little rocket, dashed to Edward Carter and jumped into his arms, hugging his neck tightly, “Daddy!”
This ti, the prison guards did not stop her.
Edward Carter, now holding his daughter, returned to his family’s side. Old Mrs. Carter wept with joy, and both Caitlin and Old Mister Carter were extrely moved.
The reporters sward around, their caras focused on Edward Carter and Purple Sumrs.
“Mr. Edward Carter, after two years you’ve finally cleared your na. Do you have anything you would like to say? Will you be seeking compensation from the relevant departnt?”
“Why did you boldly choose a junior lawyer as your criminal defense attorney? What convinced you to make that decision?”
“Miss Purple Sumrs, having achieved several successes in court hearings, have any major law firms offered you a position? Is your goal to beco a senior barrister?”
The cara lights flashed incessantly as the relentless questioning from the reporters continued.
Suddenly, Old Mister Carter halted, facing the multitude of reporters, he stated, “Thank you, Miss Purple Sumrs! Thank you, jury! Thank you, judge!”
He said three thank yous in a row, and with the last word, the sixtysothing-year-old man, unable to restrain his excitent, shouted out loud, “The real culprit cannot escape the law! The wronged will eventually be vindicated!”
The outburst startled Purple Sumrs.
Seemingly anticipating this, Caitlin smiled and whispered to Purple Sumrs, “Our family started in the publishing industry; my grandfather was a literati of the old era, having given many student mobilization speeches, and my dad has inherited a bit of that…”
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