Chapter 1472: Chapter 1472: Especially Sacred
The last sentence should be considered the conclusion.
As Purple Summers walked back, the entire courtroom was silent. Cherry’s eyes were shining brightly at her, as if she was very excited.
Returning to her seat, Purple didn’t sit down immediately. She hesitated for a moment, then looked at the jury again.
"There are some words... that might not be related to this case, but please allow me to share them with you here. I have an adorable daughter, she’s just one and a half years old, and my husband and I love her very much. After taking this case, I often thought about how to teach her to face this world.
Because of my profession, I often have to confront criminals, and I may see more ugliness and darkness than you, so I will do my best to teach her how to protect herself, but actually, I hope...
I hope she can freely wear a short skirt, safely walk at night, take a ride from strangers, visit a man’s home, drink with men, and even if she gets drunk, she doesn’t have to worry about being harmed. I hope she lives in such a world."
After she finished, Purple took a gentle breath and finally sat down.
Cherry leaned closer with a face full of admiration, "You spoke so well! Even though I didn’t really understand... it felt very powerful!"
Purple chuckled, "Oh, you even know what ’presence’ is."
"It’s like suddenly feeling prettier, very eye-catching, glowing kind of feeling." Cherry pinched the corner of her sleeve and rubbed the fabric, "Where did you get this outfit? I want to buy a set too."
Purple was speechless and pulled back her sleeve.
Now it was the defense’s turn to make the closing arguments.
Perhaps because Purple’s arguments had been too successful, the new lawyer clearly seemed affected. She took a while to adjust, but stuttered and didn’t perform well, even using points that Purple had already covered, ultimately making the entire closing argument dry and lacking strength.
The final verdict came out, and unsurprisingly, Purple won again.
Actually, the logic in her arguments earlier wasn’t rigorous, it focused more on emotional appeal.
In a sense, closing arguments are a lawyer’s personal show, and each lawyer has their own style they excel at. Some use strict logic to earn the jury’s trust, while others use highly infectious speeches to lead the jury to emotional resonance.
What Purple did just now was the latter.
What else could she do? The case was right in front of her, with no witnesses and no evidence. Besides relying on her words to persuade, she had no other tricks.
Cherry watched the man being handcuffed and taken away by the bailiff. She was extremely happy, repeatedly saying, "This feels so great! So much better than beating him up!"
Purple raised the corner of her lips, smiling as she looked at her, "Doesn’t it feel sacred, like a ritual?"
"Yes, yes!" Cherry nodded, "It’s so mysterious, why does it feel this way?"
Purple looked towards the scales of justice symbol in the center of the courtroom, smiling faintly, "Because the law embodies the will of the people, making people follow and believe in it. If one day people stop believing in it, it will no longer feel sacred."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly looked at Cherry with sentiment, "Actually, you also need to have a faith."
Cherry, just listening for the fun of it, lowered her head, packing her bag quickly and rushing out, "After the lawsuit, going home now. I miss Gavin so much, sobbing... I miss him, I miss him..."
Purple watched her back, wanting to roll her eyes.
...
Cherry couldn’t wait for Gavin to pick her up, so she headed back early. Not seeing Gavin in the living room, she went straight to the bedroom, but he wasn’t there either, so she went to the study.
The door to the study was locked, Cherry knocked on the door, "Gavin? Are you in there?"
She didn’t have to wait long; Lester Williams opened the door for her, smiling as he said, "The madam is back. The taoist priest is treating Master Graves right now. Please come in, but try to keep it quiet."
Cherry was puzzled and took a couple of steps inside, seeing a man in a bluish-green robe holding Gavin’s arm, using needles.
Her face turned as white as snow in an instant, and she stood there in a daze.