Chapter 100: Plan for the Future
"Why did you visit Monrika Russell in the detention cell on December 26, 2017?"
"I think of that traitor as a good friend. I'm afraid that I'm afraid of seeing people. β
Emma Gilson replied through gritted teeth.
"Is Monrika Russell timid?"
"That person has been timid since he was a child, and he didn't dare to do anything."
There was a tendency to induce this question, but Wood Ward did not object. He seems to have reverted back to the stubborn old fashion, and he must maintain his demeanor and politeness in the courtroom.
It's as if it was someone else who bit Dona a few days ago, chasing and beating hard.
"What does that mean?"
"She's just a person!"
"From childhood to adulthood, no matter what she wanted or what she wanted to do, she would put on a pitiful and scared look and let others help her. If something goes wrong afterwards, the blame is shifted to someone else. An innocent face. β
"She's a person! Accustomed to being a traitor!! β
"You mean, Monrika Russell has a habit of manipulating others to do things for her since she was a child, and passing the buck afterwards?"
βObjectionοΌοΌ Inducing questions! β
Well, Mad Dog mode is back.
"The objection is invalid." "I'm also curious to see if that's true," Brooklyn ruled. β
"Yes. That person likes to do that! The boys in the school were deceived by her! β
"Murderer, you don't know why that traitor burned you, do you?" Emma suddenly turned to Brooklyn with a mocking expression.
Brooklyn kept a straight face, ignoring Emma's provocation.
In fact, at this point, Dona's purpose for asking Emma to be a witness has already begun to appear.
She just wanted to prove that Monrika was lying, and it was Monrika who planned all this, not Emma.
In other words, the defense has pleaded guilty and is preparing for the final sentencing.
The sentence for the principal offender is not the same as that for the accomplice who is subject to the domination.
But Brooklyn is not too optimistic about the defense.
Because the logic doesn't work.
Even if she could prove that Monrica had come up with the idea of setting him on fire, don't forget that when Emma finally did it, it wasn't just him, it was the entire apartment building!
17 dead, more than 30 seriously injured, hundreds of people slightly injured!
Monrika hates him, so she doesn't hate the whole apartment building, right?
Even though the original plan was proposed by Monrika, Emma's purpose had changed by the time she set the arson, from revenge to pure torture for fun.
Monrika didn't let her kill for fun, did she?
"Who first brought up Judge Brooklyn in that night's conversation?"
"It's the one who saw it."
"As soon as she saw me, she complained to me that the murderer had taken revenge on her and would not let her out on bail. She also said that revenge must be taken against the murderer.
When her case is over, she will kill the murderer. β
"Why do you think she can get out and not be sentenced?"
"We're underage!"
Emma replied without thinking.
"The law protects minors!" She continued, holding her head high, with a sickly pride and pride, "We are the future!" β
"If you dare to sentence us, you are killing the future!"
She suddenly turned her head to face Brooklyn, and her words became vicious.
"Although she is a traitor and a person, but you, this murderer, the devil, you actually attacked the underage, you are the real devil!"
"Whether I am the devil or not has nothing to do with this case."
Brooklyn almost laughed, but he tried to hold back his smile and replied with a stiff face.
By this time, the media in the gallery had woken up from Emma's speech, and the courtroom had once again turned into a vegetable market, buzzing with discussions.
"Silence!"
"You can go out and discuss! Or sit in quietly! β
"The law doesn't give minors full criminal immunity, Emma."
Dona explained in a low voice.
Obviously, she didn't know that Emma was thinking this way, and she was also suppressed for a while.
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"Who came up with the idea of arson?"
There is really no need to ask this question again. As Emma Gilson had just said in response to the previous question, Monrika was going to go out and burn Brooklyn.
Obviously, it was Monrika who proposed it.
"It's the traitor!"
"In the GOOD fast food restaurant, it's also her. It was she who decided that smashing it was not enjoyable enough, and proposed to burn down the broken shop. Hahaha! You've all been deceived by that traitor!! β
"Nothing to do with this case!"
Wood Ward stood up again in opposition, but his voice was lacking.
"Why did you do it?"
Dona continued.
"She said she had to give the murderer some color first, let him know that he was afraid, and let her out as soon as possible."
"I'm done with my question."
Dona nodded at Brooklyn and turned back to the dock.
At the beginning of the trial, the dock was full, and now she is alone.
"Is there any evidence to back up what you're saying?"
Wood Ward asked, getting up, buttoning up
"Recording? Video? Or any transcript of the conversation? β
Emma stared at Wood with her mouth slightly open, her breathing getting heavier and heavier.
Eventually, she slumped in her chair and spoke weakly
"Nope."
"I'm done with my question."
Wood Ward nodded, and returned to his seat with heavy steps.
Brooklyn announced Emma Gilson's departure after asking the prosecution and defense if they had anything to add.
"Does the prosecution have any evidence to submit?"
Wood Ward shook his head.
"What about the defense?"
"Your Excellency, I am applying that my client, Emma Gilson's father, be named as a witness. He was able to prove that Emma Gilson was indeed a minor, and that her actions were easily influenced by others and were not intended by her. β
"Can the Tribunal accept Mr. Gilson as a witness in this case?"
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Brooklyn had met Mr. Gilson when he was considering Emma Gilson's bail request, and Mr. Gilson seemed much older than he had then.
Mr. Gilson was wearing a brand-new suit, perhaps because of his daughter's affairs, and his weather-beaten face was wrinkled into a 'embarrassment' character, making it impossible to tell his real age.
Although he was dressed in formal clothes, when he stood on the witness stand, he showed a different temperament from everyone in the court.
Dona, who had tried to squeeze the case through the Gilsons' financial situation, said that the Gilsons were not wealthy, and now that she met Mr. Gilson, Brooklyn confirmed that Donna was being a little conservative on this point.
Mr. Gilson exudes a unique temperament that Brooklyn has seen in many people. At the end of the day, that's the temperament of poverty.
Because of poverty, so short-sighted, because of poverty, so inferiority.
Brooklyn got up with his Bible, and Mr. Gilson, who had just been about to sit down, bounced out of his chair as if his butt was on fire.
"Put your right hand upon the Bible and swear to God that to the best of His knowledge you will tell the truth and have nothing to hide."
Brooklyn said solemnly.
Mr. Gilson glanced nervously at Brooklyn and quickly lowered his head, first raising his left hand, then lowering it, and rubbing his right hand against his trousers, touching it lightly on the cover of the Bible.
Hardly any weight is felt in Brooklyn.
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