Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1147: Sick Part 1

Chapter 1147: Chapter 1147: Sick Part 1

To be honest, this case doesn’t have a great chance of winning; there’s a high probability of losing.

But when I think of that old woman and recall my own nightmare of loneliness, if it had been her, with everyone leaving her one by one until only a dog remained as her sole companion, and then even that dog was taken away, I can’t begin to imagine that kind of pain.

I have to do something.

I need to do something, otherwise I wouldn’t be at peace.

If Alexander knew about this, he would probably scold me again: "You’ve got a savior complex."

Thinking about it, Purple’s lips couldn’t help but curl up slightly.

She laughed for a while, but then felt that she must be crazy; how could she be happy even after being scolded?!

Purple rubbed her own face, adjusting her expression...

...

A few days later, Purple and the college student who took the photos met at a café.

The college student only knew that a prosecutor wanted to file a lawsuit for the old lady, but didn’t know Purple’s identity. Seeing her in person, she was immediately stunned.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed, "I know you! You’re Purple Summers Simonson!"

The surrounding glances scrutinized them, and the college student quickly covered her mouth, realizing she had lost her composure, "Sorry, I was just too shocked..."

Purple smiled.

So I’m that famous, huh...

"I’ve seen your news online; aren’t you a lawyer? How did you end up becoming a prosecutor?" the college student asked incessantly, "With you helping the grandma with this lawsuit, we should be able to win, right? I know you’ve never lost, correct?"

"I’m still an intern..." Purple said, feeling a bit embarrassed, "This case isn’t about winning or losing; what we can do is try to secure as much compensation for the old lady as possible."

The college student paused, "No prison time?"

"Sentencing to prison is an ideal goal that we can strive for, but it’s best not to hold too much hope," Purple explained simply.

The other party showed disappointment.

Purple pursed her lips into a smile and didn’t mind, stating her purpose directly: "I already understand the general course of the case from what the grandma told me. I heard you often come to feed the dog and are quite familiar with them. After the incident, you also accompanied the grandma to report it, so I’d like to hear what you have to say."

The college student perked up upon hearing this: "Do you need me to testify in court? I have no problem with that!"

Purple shook her head slightly.

"So, you’re planning to have the grandma testify in court?" the college student asked, furrowing her brows, "That won’t do, she’s too old; she wouldn’t be able to handle it."

"I have another plan," Purple said, "Don’t worry, I won’t let the grandma testify in court."

The elderly woman was nearly eighty, and even if she was physically healthy enough to withstand an intense grilling on the witness stand, she might not be able to clearly articulate the events of the case. With age, one’s thinking and ability to express themselves tend to decline.

Especially for a solitary elder, who normally has few people to talk to, communication is even more difficult.

The college student couldn’t help asking: "Don’t you have to summon witnesses for a trial?"

Purple smiled and said, "Tell me about what happened that day."

Only then did the other party realize she had strayed from the topic and embarrassingly smiled before she put on a serious face and said, "That day after class I went to feed Dobby as usual, bringing ham sausage. He’s really smart and usually stays near the trash cans by the school. If someone throws out a drink bottle, he’ll bring it back home."

"But when I got there, I saw the grandma looking for Dobby. She said Dobby hadn’t come home all night. The grandma asked everyone, but no one had seen him. She was crying on the side of the road, so I joined her to look for him, and then..."

Her voice faltered, her eyes suddenly reddening, she continued, "Then, in the street behind the restaurant, we found Dobby. Its... its belly had been crushed by someone, and it was already dead."