Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1250

Chapter 1250: Chapter 1250

"That’s true." Marcel Jefferson sighed, ruffling his hair in frustration. "It’s a pity we couldn’t find any evidence of Abigail Thompson’s affair."

"Yeah, Abigail had quite a few suspicious points. Think about it, a pregnant woman whose husband spends every day flirting with different women in erotic chat groups—regardless of physical infidelity, emotionally it’s hard to accept."

"If Abigail wanted to punish her husband, it would be all too easy."

As everyone chimed in, Aria Jackson threw some cold water on them: "But we can’t just conjure up a killer in court."

The living room fell silent, everyone deflated.

Aria’s gaze fell on Purple Summers, who had remained quiet the whole time.

"What about you? Any thoughts?" Aria asked her.

Purple Summers slightly raised her eyes, pondered for a moment, and then looked at everyone.

"Tomorrow, I’ll be the first to speak. Our first witness is the officer in charge of the case, and Marcel will handle the questioning. Don’t directly accuse the police of negligence. Attack from the side and let the jury understand that the case has many doubtful points."

"Got it." Marcel nodded. "I’ll make sure he realizes how ridiculous his mistakes were."

"Calvin, you take care of the psychiatrist," Purple continued. "Use simple and understandable language so the jury can follow along."

"Understood." Calvin raised his hand.

"I’ll handle the questioning of Abigail Thompson and the closing arguments."

At this point, Purple slowly stood up and looked at everyone. "If the situation remains uncertain, I’ll emphasize the case’s accidental nature during the closing arguments, aiming to get the murder charge reduced to involuntary manslaughter.

We lack compelling evidence and have no witnesses who can prove Hans Geoffrey’s innocence, but I still hope that tomorrow in court, we can calmly take each step and firmly believe that Hans Geoffrey is innocent.

Because only by believing in him, can we ensure that all our efforts are valuable and meaningful."

Everyone exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

Purple said, "Thank you for your hard work over the past few days. Get a good rest tonight and recharge yourselves."

Marcel led the lawyers out.

Aria had been staying at Purple’s place recently, so she stayed behind to help Purple tidy up the scattered materials in the living room.

She felt the urge to smoke, but Purple wouldn’t let her smoke inside, so she had to step out for a few puffs.

It was already late September, the lingering heat of summer still hanging on. The evening breeze was cool, and the mosquitoes outside were even more aggressive than in the height of summer.

While smoking, Aria got a few mosquito bites on her face and arms, which made her even more irritable. She quickly stubbed out the cigarette and rushed back inside.

Purple was looking at some photos.

Aria leaned over and asked, "Found anything new?"

"Not really, just saw a familiar face." Purple pointed at someone in the photos and showed them to Aria. "This is Sydney Bennett, a client from my previous case."

After deciding to investigate Abigail Thompson, Purple had someone follow her for a while.

Her thinking was simple: If Hans Geoffrey’s feeling was right and Abigail indeed had an affair and conspired with the other party to frame Hans, as the case was about to be retried, they would definitely get in touch.

But Abigail’s life was very routine—going to bed early and rising early, taking walks at regular intervals. The only times she went out were to the hospital for prenatal checkups.

Aria looked at the photo and said, "Oh, a gynecologist."

The photo showed a private hospital, with Abigail and Sydney sitting on a bench in the hospital garden, chatting about something.

Purple shook her head, "No, Sydney is a surgeon."

It seemed she hadn’t left the country hurriedly but had been hired by this private hospital. As for how she and Abigail knew each other, that was still unknown.

Aria tossed the photos back into the file bag and sorted the other scattered documents. "You should get some rest too; at this rate, my goddaughter won’t have enough milk to drink."

The reality was harsh. Stress and anxiety could significantly reduce breast milk production.

Purple gave a weak smile, "Alright, I’ll go to bed. Good night."