Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 1007: The Delicate Situation_1

The court session formally began, and by convention, the prosecution should question first, but the prosecutor was silent for a long time.

The judge slightly furrowed his brow and reminded aloud, "Prosecutor?"

"...Oh, oh!" Ian Conner came back to his senses and hurriedly stood up.

He had always hoped for the best, but he hadn’t expected that on the day of the court hearing, he would actually face off against Purple Summers.

If he won, could he possibly offend the president?

Ian Conner felt slightly nervous, and as he grew more nervous, his brain cells became even more active. He couldn’t help but suspect that Allen Rivera had actively avoided this case because he didn’t want to offend the president’s daughter.

...Such a self-righteous fellow.

"Your Honor, I would like to question the defendant first," Ian Conner straightened his clothes and said.

He planned to cut straight to the point.

"Miss Jane McCain, please try to answer the questions I’m going to ask you as briefly and accurately as possible, is that okay?"

Jane McCain pursed her lips nervously, and replied, "Yes."

"You once fabricated a story where you fell in love with a male model named Philly, and then you brutally killed him because he threatened you, and afterward, you also killed Philly’s brother, is that correct?"

Jane McCain nodded, "Yes, but that was just a story I made up..."

Before she could finish, Ian Conner immediately interrupted her, "The story you made up coincidentally occurred in reality, right?"

Jane McCain’s face turned ugly, "Yes."

"In your story, you killed Philly’s brother, and in reality, Philly’s brother just so happened to die, correct?"

"Yes."

"In your story, you used catfish to dispose of the body, and in reality, people found remains in the stomachs of catfish, right?"

"Yes..."

"In your story, you had Philly’s brother drink coffee, and the autopsy of the victim indeed found caffeine, correct?"

"Yes, but I..."

Ian Conner asked, "Miss Jane McCain, even though your story aligns perfectly with what happened in reality, you still insist that you were only making up a story, correct?"

"I truly didn’t know! The story just suddenly came to mind, and I naturally told it!" Jane McCain protested, "It really was just a story!"

"Then do you remember who told you this story?"

"I don’t remember..."

"Did anyone else hear this story?"

Jane McCain slumped, looking defeated, "I don’t know..."

Ian Conner faced the judge and said, "Your Honor, I have no further questions." frёewebηovel.cѳm

After speaking, he walked back to his seat.

Jane McCain grew desperate, her eyes reddening, "I wasn’t lying, it really was a story I heard from someone else!"

The judge reminded her, "Defendant, you don’t need to respond when you’re not being questioned."

Jane McCain bit her lip in frustration.

Purple Summers stood up and asked, "Miss Jane McCain, do you know how to row a boat? Or one of those little boats with electric motors?"

Jane McCain shook her head, "I don’t."

"Then how did you sail back to shore after disposing of the body?" Purple Summers inquired.

Jane McCain said, "I was just telling a story; I never thought about that."

"Thank you," Purple Summers sat down, then remembering something, asked again, "Are you afraid of blood?"

"I have slight germophobia, and I’m very afraid of bloody things..."

"Then it must have been very difficult for you to dismember a body. Thank you, I have no further questions," Purple Summers sat back down.

The spectators had varying expressions on their faces.

The situation was delicate, tentatively balanced.

Marcel Jefferson whispered to Purple Summers, "Dion Benson is here; he’s sitting at the last row, the one in the plaid shirt."

Purple Summers turned her head slightly, glancing with the corner of her eye.

Marcel Jefferson murmured, "The prosecution considers him their ace up the sleeve and will probably schedule him to testify last, but the fact that he’s here so early shows he is very concerned about the progress of the case."

Purple Summers looked at him appreciatively, "Not bad, Marcel, you’ve become reliable after getting married."

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