Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1151 Statement_1

Chapter 1151: Chapter 1151 Statement_1

Milton Fletcher’s face was quite unsightly, pale as a sheet of paper.

He remained silent for a long time until the judge reminded him to continue his testimony. Finally, he spoke again, "I... I stepped on it, the beer, it poured out from its mouth, and then, I stepped a few more times, its belly was swollen, like a bouncy ball, making a creaking noise each time I stepped... more beer flowed out..."

Towards the end, he seemed unable to continue, likely realizing that his actions defied social morals. Milton Fletcher gritted his teeth and looked at the old lady in her seat, "I was a bit drunk at the time, I am very sorry..."

"Half a can of beer makes you so drunk that you lose control of your actions, Mr. Milton Fletcher?" Purple Summers asked indifferently, "How many times did you step on it?"

Milton Fletcher was silent, then after a moment, still shook his head, "I can’t remember..."

The judge couldn’t help but ask him, "Can’t remember because it was too many times?"

Milton Fletcher did not answer.

With that, Purple Summers’s questioning concluded.

In order to secure this court hearing, Purple Summers had promised the judge to be as brief as possible, to avoid wasting judicial resources. Therefore, there wasn’t much time to prepare closing arguments, with the judge giving both the lawyer and the prosecutor a maximum of five minutes for a brief statement each.

Purple Summers was from the prosecution, and it was her turn to begin.

As she stood up, her protruding belly was very noticeable, and involuntarily, everyone’s gaze fell on her abdomen.

Purple Summers didn’t mind and walked slowly towards the jury.

"After getting pregnant, I became quite lazy, too lazy to think about many things, unwilling to ponder," she began somewhat abruptly, using precious seconds to talk about her pregnancy.

"People around me advised me to rest more, and my colleagues were also considerate. Even strangers on the street, seeing my bulging belly, would kindly make way. At such times, I would think the world is truly beautiful, with everyone caring for the vulnerable," Purple Summers said, glancing back at the elderly woman with a calm tone, "Then, I met that old lady."

Purple Summers looked towards the jury, "A pitiable, lonely, and helpless widow. She was eighty years old, her husband had passed away early, and her only son died of a cerebral hemorrhage at fifty-five. She was left with only her dog to depend on, and the old lady had lived with her dog through twelve years of selling scrap."

She exhaled slowly, restraining the tumultuous emotions within her, her voice growing deeper, "Twelve years... She had seen off her husband, her son, and after twelve years, she had to... once again part with her dog. What was left for her then?"

"When I first heard about this case, I actually didn’t plan to bother," Purple Summers inhaled, raising her head and smiling faintly, "It seemed unworthy of attention, right? It was just a dog."

"But was it really just a dog? We are all aware of the hurt she experienced, yet we choose to look the other way. It’s strange, isn’t it? That little dog had a name, an owner, a home, and the defendant knew all this! And he still did it. Because he too thought it was just a dog!"

Purple Summers was indignant, the uncontrollable fury ringing in her voice, "We’re always complaining about how indifferent society has become, so why, when something cruel happens, do we not bat an eyelid, ignoring the pain this old woman suffers?! She has lost her family! And the principal culprit just has to casually apologize and then pay 75 dollars, and that’s it? That’s the end?"

Without severe punishment for brutality, and the innocents are left in agony—is this the society we want to live in?"