"Why?" Amy Campbell asked without thinking.
The man sitting across from him groaned for a while, but Emily Aitken first explained her confusion: "I think, Lawyer Reilly will never let go of such a good opportunity. He will definitely say in court that we broke up before the trial In order to avoid suspicion and make the servant's confession more credible, there is no video and no objective evidence. Both sides insist on their own words, and Charlotte Anderson was injured in the same way. It is estimated that it will be a major issue."
After thinking about it, Emily Aitken pursed her lips and looked at Alexander Mitchell with a questioning look, as if she was asking "Am I right?"
The latter nodded.
The coffee was renewed, and Amy Campbell nervously poured another cup after another. His brain was numb, and he couldn't refresh his mind after drinking a lot of coffee. He found out the clue and nailed Charlotte Anderson to death.
She lay down on the table discouragedly.
Emily Aitken's brain turned rapidly, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration: "Mitchell, let's smash this case to a large extent, can we get the public's attention?"
"No, at this stage, it seems that Charlotte Anderson’s injury is more serious than yours. Your eyes still have a chance to see the light again. She can’t. I’m afraid everyone will sympathize with her more then. Moreover, her celebrity influence is stronger than You are big." Alexander Mitchell rejected her idea at once.
Public opinion is sometimes a good thing, but it is also a poison when there is time.
Improper use will make yourself deep into the quagmire.
Emily Aitken didn't recruit either. The evidence from both sides was half a catastrophe, and she wanted to punish severely, which was almost impossible to achieve.
When the three of them were in trouble, Amy Campbell's cell phone rang. She picked up an unfamiliar cell phone number. She pressed to answer, first for a moment, and then overjoyed, holding her cell phone again and again to thank her.
Hanging up the phone, she swept away the haze, and the smile on her eyebrows couldn't hide.
Emily Aitken is sitting next to her, and probably understands everything.
Isaac Fraser extracted the skin tissues from Charlotte Anderson’s nails and confirmed that it came from Emily Aitken. She deliberately beat someone to cause serious injuries. If the sentence is true, it may be three to ten years.
In a situation like Charlotte Anderson, although both parties were seriously injured, there is no evidence to show that Emily Aitken bought the murderer or beat Charlotte Anderson. If there is no conclusive evidence on the day of the court, it is estimated that the sentence will be five years.
Amy Campbell said happily, she was even happier than Emily Aitken when she heard the news.
Alexander Mitchell was also overjoyed. He repeatedly confirmed to Emily Aitken that the person who hit Charlotte Anderson, Emily Aitken was a little impatient when asked, a hint of irritation flashed across her face, but she still patiently replied, "I promise, I don't Looking for someone, as for who is looking for someone, there is a high probability that it is George Smith."
Upon seeing this, Alexander Mitchell nodded, and the three of them sat for a while and left one after another.
Emily Aitken’s case started two days later. In these two days, she was not polite. She ate and lived with Amy Campbell. She got up and went straight to Alexander Mitchell’s law firm. I also figured out the perfect response to the tricky questions raised.
In a blink of an eye, the court day came. Emily Aitken wore a low-key black cotton jacket, and the gauze wrapped around her head was particularly eye-catching. When she arrived at the court, she took off her hat, and handed the scarf tied around her neck to Amy Campbell. The wounds on his body were exposed to the air one by one.
Soon, the Charlotte Anderson family walked in from the other side. She stood on the dock with the help of the policewoman. The Alfie Cunningham and his wife took Emily Aitken bitterly, thinking that she could not see it now, and returned with anger. Auditorium.
At nine one o'clock, the judges were long overdue.
Amy Campbell got up and kept looking towards the gate, his face was not dewy, and he was secretly anxious like an ant on a hot pot.
The judges are here, why hasn't Alexander Mitchell come yet?
Hasn't the phone been called at seven?
She squeezed the corner of her clothes anxiously with her hands, trying to make herself look less flustered.
"Where is the plaintiff's lawyer?" the judge asked.
Emily Aitken was stunned, and she took a deep breath: "Sorry, Your Honor, I have already called, please wait ten minutes?"
The judges looked at each other and after a low discussion, they agreed to Emily Aitken's request.
Time flies ticking, ten minutes seems to be in the blink of an eye, and the judge has no patience.
Just as Emily Aitken was helpless, a messy footsteps gradually progressed!
Alexander Mitchell's head was still bleeding, blood dripped down his forehead, his tie was torn open, his black suit jacket was placed on his hand, and the back of his white shirt was soaked.
He put his hands on his thighs, bent over and breathed.
After that, he straightened his tie and put it on the jacket of his suit, and he walked to the plaintiff's bench neither humble nor arrogant.
Amy Campbell gasped in shock, and covered his mouth desperately with his slender palm.
"Sorry, Your Honor, you can start." Alexander Mitchell smiled professionally.
The judge opened his mouth and looked at each other again.
"The court session."
The judge sitting in the middle knocked the gavel.
"Your Honor..." Alexander Mitchell took out the file bag, covered the wound on his forehead with one hand, took out the file with the other hand, and handed it to the judge's bench. He was smiling from start to finish, his speech was sharp, and in a few words. There is nothing to say about what the defense lawyer said.
　　"This court pronounced that in Case No. 52855, the defendant Charlotte Anderson deliberately wounded and caused serious injuries, and sentenced to five years in prison!"
"Boom."
The dull gavel was knocked again, and with the judge's last sentence, Charlotte Anderson's face paled and he collapsed on the ground!
...
Walking out of the courthouse, Emily Aitken was a little dissatisfied with his lateness. Before she could speak, Amy Campbell's exclamation was heard next to her: "Ah, senior!"
"Amy, what's the matter?" Emily Aitken suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.
Amy Campbell cried and told about Alexander Mitchell's situation.
Emily Aitken was startled. In her panic, the ambulance had come.
"Senior, thanks to you this time, I didn't expect to be sentenced so smoothly."
Alexander Mitchell fainted due to excessive blood loss. Amy Campbell kept an eye on her. When she saw Alexander Mitchell coming with injuries, she sneaked out and called an emergency call. She went to the hospital to have three stitches on her forehead, and lost a bit. The blood woke up.
At that time, I could have a good chat with Amy Campbell.
Emily Aitken got up and walked to the bedside table, touched the fruit on the table, picked an orange from it, and she peeled it and handed it to Alexander Mitchell.
"Did they do it?" Emily Aitken asked.
Alexander Mitchell was holding the orange, and there was an inexplicable emotion in his flowing eyes. He knew what Emily Aitken was asking, and replied in a muffled voice.
She held her hand on the cabinet and stepped back slightly. Although she couldn't see it, Alexander Mitchell could. She bowed to him sincerely and apologized: "I'm sorry, I've hurt you."
"It's okay."
Alexander Mitchell was a little bit sad because of her polite behavior.
"By the way, it's nothing more than looking at Lawyer Reilly today. Senior, you are really good, and he was speechless in a few words. It's really relieved!" Amy Campbell's dog-leg praise, without a trace, solved the embarrassing atmosphere for the two of them.
Alexander Mitchell smiled and said nothing.
Today, that person obviously released the water, as well as the ticket proof that Charlotte Anderson wanted to leave secretly, as well as the easy evidence in the court, the winning was too simple, and it was a bit untrue!
By eating oranges, his eyes darkened, so that he could keep dripping water and give him all the evidence anonymously. It seemed that the man still couldn't let go of Emily Aitken.
Alexander Mitchell's mind turned quickly. He inherited this favor. Let Emily Aitken discover the truth by himself!