Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1148: Abnormal_1

Chapter 1148: Chapter 1148: Abnormal_1

The scene was evidently etched into her memory, and she began to cry, reaching for the tissues on the table to wipe her tears. "Dobby is just so pitiful..." she said sorrowfully. "It never bites or barks without reason; why would someone do this to it..."

Puple Summers pursed her lips, waiting for the other’s emotions to subside a bit before asking, "What happened next?"

"The old lady couldn’t take it and fainted. I took her to the hospital and then called the police. The boss of a nearby restaurant recognized the person who took Dobby, but it was no use... The police just asked him a few questions and let him go! They didn’t arrest him at all!"

At this, the college student was still furious, bitterly saying, "I couldn’t stand it, so I posted a picture of Dobby along with that man’s picture online!"

"You posted it online?" Purple Summers was stunned.

By law, a citizen’s personal information is protected, and netizens do not have the right to disclose others’ personal information online; otherwise, it constitutes an infringement.

"It has already been deleted," the college student said with a mocking laugh. "He sued me. Not only did I have to delete the photos, but I also had to pay him 450 dollars, heh... He steps on someone else’s dog without any liability, yet I get sued for posting a photo."

Purple Summers was silent for a while before asking, "Do you have a backup of Dobby’s photo?"

"Yeah, it’s on my phone." She flipped through her phone and stretched it out for Purple Summers to see.

Purple Summers’ face instantly turned several shades paler when she saw it.

She averted her gaze, clutching her chest, feeling as if the air had become murky and nauseating.

The small dog looked nothing like the one she had seen before; its white fur was completely soaked in blood, its entire body a mishmash of red and yellow, its flesh blurred and gruesome. Purple Summers could hardly bear to look closely.

She had seen more horrific corpses before, but her reluctance to look was not because the little dog’s death was so tragic, but because it made her think of that pitiful... despairing old person!

——After regaining consciousness, staggering to pick up her dog, carefully sewing up its torn belly, then washing away the sticky blood and mucous from its fur, and gently, slowly combing it until it looked as clean and pretty as it had in life...

While doing these things, did the old lady cry?

She wanted justice for her dog.

...Justice?

Justice was only the 75 dollars the other party was willing to pay, along with the disdainful scorn: "Are you senile? It was just a dog!"

It was just a dog...

In fact, when Purple Summers first heard about this case, that was what she had thought, too.

It’s just a dog, is it necessary?

Purple Summers took a deep breath to calm her chaotic thoughts. She instructed her bodyguard in a voice she tried to keep even, "Save the photo."

Then she offered a small smile and extended her hand to the college student, "Thank you for today."

They shook hands, and the college student asked, "Are you sure I don’t need to appear at the court hearing?"

Purple Summers shook her head with a smile.

The bodyguard escorted her out of the coffee shop, and the college student ran after her to ask again, "Will you win?"

Purple Summers half-jokingly replied, "Whether I can win or not, I can’t back down now."

...

Purple Summers Simonson was going to fight a case for a dog.

The news media quickly found their new hot topic, with reporters’ pens itching to see how they would sensationalize the court hearing.

Being in the spotlight has two sides; there will be no shortage of both praises and criticisms. Some people were hoping she would astonish them once more, to satisfy their fantasies of a genius legal beauty; others hoped she would fall from grace, preferably landing face-first—to them, the bigger the spectacle, the better.

Christopher Simonson was naturally also aware of the case.

He called Purple Summers and asked, "Why are all the cases you take on... so abnormal?"

Purple Summers was silent for a moment before countering, "Are there any normal cases at the Prosecutor’s Office?"

A case implies a violation of the law.

A violation of the law suggests abnormal behavior.

Murder, arson, robbery, murder—are these cases normal?

Purple Summers felt what she was doing was merely her duty; it was people’s prejudices that demonized her.