Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1146: Not Small Anymore_1

Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146: Not Small Anymore_1

Purple Summers said, "Your Honor, I believe that the significance of a public hearing for this case far exceeds the case itself, and I hope you can agree to it."

The judge looked at her deeply and nodded slightly, "All right, since you insist, but I won’t give you too much time, I will permit the summoning of only one witness at most."

Purple Summers nodded, "Thank you, Your Honor."

Returning to the courtroom, the judge announced that the court session for the trial would be held next week, and the jury was to be assembled starting immediately.

Purple Summers’s colleagues quickly learned of this news, and they were all surprised, but after the surprise, they felt happy for Purple Summers.

Most of them had chosen to become prosecutors because they were driven by justice and ideals; the sight of evil going unpunished troubled them somewhat.

"It would be great if we could really get him imprisoned. People who abuse animals deserve severe punishment!"

"Most prisoners have a history of abusing animals in their early years, especially those serial killers involved in multiple murder cases; nearly every one of them started with abusing animals."

"...But can we really put him in prison?"

Everyone fell silent by unspoken agreement.

The situation was clearly not optimistic, with the biggest obstacle being the lack of relevant legal support.

No matter how indignant one felt, it was impossible to concoct a new law specifically for this case out of thin air.

Then someone said, "Regardless, the fact that the judge didn’t reject it means there’s a chance."

That statement provided some encouragement, and the atmosphere lightened slightly.

Someone joked half-heartedly, "The judge is still quite considerate, after all, the appellant is Purple Summers Simonson."

The joke was of low taste, hinting at a critique of elitism, and having said it, the speaker also realized it and looked embarrassed.

Purple Summers didn’t mind and nodded with a smile, "Yes, I am the president’s daughter, after all. It’s my first trial during my internship, and the judge wouldn’t want to dampen my enthusiasm."

Everyone laughed good-naturedly.

...

After work, Purple Summers headed home with her laptop and a stack of materials.

Atra Blanc made porridge for her, so instead of going upstairs, she simply sat on the living room couch, eating the porridge while tinkering with her laptop.

She had taken a picture of the old lady’s photo with her phone, did an online search for similar images, and immediately got results.

The photo had been widely shared on Twitter, and Purple Summers didn’t have to exert much effort to find the source: a personal homepage of a photography major college student.

Scrolling down, she saw more photos of the old lady and the dog; clearly, the college student had taken more than one photo. A quick glance revealed about a dozen photos.

Purple Summers downloaded each photo, saved them in a bundle, and then forwarded both the photos and the webpage link to Cedric Spencer.

"Print these pictures for me, magazine size will do. Then look up the user’s identity, and arrange a meeting; I want to meet with her," she instructed calmly. Atra Blanc came over with a small bowl of peeled pistachios, and Purple Summers hung up the phone, reaching for the pistachios to eat.

Atra Blanc sighed and said, "You had children too early. Look, you’re busy even though you’re pregnant. Why didn’t you wait until after you graduated to have children?"

Before Purple Summers could respond, Atra Blanc continued to talk to herself, "I should have advised you better when you got married. Strange... what was I doing at that time? ..."

Purple Summers’s heart skipped a beat, and her voice rose involuntarily, "It’s not too early!"

Atra Blanc looked at her in astonishment, puzzled.

"It’s not too early..." Purple Summers pursed her lips and changed the subject, "Mom, look... my brother is almost thirty."

Alexander Summers would be turning twenty-eight in a month; indeed, he was not young anymore.

Purple Summers thought to herself; if she hadn’t been reborn... she would have been... twenty-nine...

Uh...

Uh...

Well... that’s not young.

Thinking that she was at such an advanced age yet still acting spoiled around Atra Blanc all the time was quite... melodramatic...

Purple Summers sighed, shook her head, and refocused on the case.