Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1143 Appeal_1

Chapter 1143: Chapter 1143 Appeal_1

When the whole world is left with only oneself, it seems that everything else becomes redundant.

Given that, why bother coming to the Prosecutor’s Office day after day seeking hope that simply doesn’t exist?

Purple Summers felt someone should persuade the old lady that morality and law are two different things; you can denounce someone for being immoral but you cannot punish them for it.

At least in Huaya Country, killing cats and torturing dogs is merely immoral, not illegal.

Purple Summers thought for a moment, and pulled out a thick book of case studies to review.

A colleague nearby saw this and curiously asked, "What are you looking up?"

Purple Summers replied while flipping through the book, "I’m looking for cases where pets have been considered as specific commemorative items."

The colleague immediately understood, "You’re trying to help the old lady increase the compensation amount?"

Whenever a case related to pets came up, everyone would think of the old lady outside the Prosecutor’s Office.

"Yes, that dog isn’t a rare breed; if the lawsuit is based on infringement of property rights, 75 is already the limit," Purple Summers sighed, "If moral compensation could be claimed, it would be much easier."

Not just any case qualifies for moral compensation; the law clearly stipulates four situations, and only cases meeting one of these four can claim moral compensation.

One of these is that if a specific commemorative item with personal symbolic value is wrongfully damaged, the owner may sue for emotional damages.

But the idea of counting a pet as "a specific commemorative item with personal symbolic value" is uncertain, whether the judge would support it.

Other colleagues in the office also gathered around to discuss, feeling that moral compensation could be a worthwhile angle to explore.

Some threw cold water on the idea: "I don’t think it’s money that the old lady wants. She treated that dog like her own son or daughter. Just think, if your child was killed, would money be enough to pacify you?"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

After a moment, someone said, "The old lady wants the perpetrator to go to prison."

Because of the death of a dog, to send a person to jail? ... How is that possible?

The colleagues dispersed, returning to their workstations.

Purple Summers pursed her lips in thought; she felt she should talk to the old lady in person, regardless of how the previous prosecutor had handled it, she hoped to make clear every possibility of the case to her.

Hope was indeed slim, even if the case went to court, the outcome might not be more than 75.

But if nothing was done, then 75 would always be 75, and nothing more – it wouldn’t change.

Having made up her mind, Purple Summers got up and went out to look for the old lady.

Unexpectedly, the old lady who was always lingering outside the Prosecutor’s Office was nowhere to be found.

Purple Summers walked a few steps forward and was about to give up when she spotted a stooped figure across the street, dragging a burlap sack, bent over picking up plastic water bottles from the ground.

It was the old person.

An elderly person’s bending is entirely different from a young person’s.

They need to use both hands to support their legs, bending down bit by bit to pick up water bottles, and then, with the help of their legs, slowly straighten their body. To say straight, it wasn’t really straight - they remained in a semi-bowed state.

Each movement was extremely slow, like a rusted clock, each tick an enormous struggle.

Strangely enough, Purple Summers thought of herself.

Ever since her belly had grown larger, bending over had become increasingly difficult. Once, she tried to pick something up and couldn’t bend down after many tries, and Alexander Summers saw her and laughed at her for a good while without image.

But now, watching this old person, she couldn’t find it in herself to laugh.

Purple Summers went over and asked, "Madam, do you still plan to file another lawsuit?"

The old person looked up in confusion, eyes landing on Purple Summer’s prominent belly, and then moved to her chest looking for a badge.

Purple Summers said, "I’m still an intern and don’t wear a badge, but I can help you appeal for another chance."