Jack's deepest impression of her is the female agent MI6 (British MI6) played in "007 - Die Another Day", and if you think about it, it seems that this sister also played a villain back then.

And this Mara Grayson, who is sitting in the dock at the moment, doesn't say whether it looks good or not, just by looking at the hairstyle, you can know that it is not a good stubble.

A sharp blonde hair came to an abrupt halt at her jaw, the lower edge of which was both vertical and stiff, as if it were a masterpiece of guillotine.

Usually wearing this hairstyle is called "Power Bitch" in European and American cultures, which translates to refer to a strong woman, but Jack prefers the literal translation, "right framed".

Jack, Wesley and journalist Angel Duprey arrived just in time for a divorced couple to sit quietly in the last row of the gallery when they quietly sat in the last row of the gallery.

Before she sat down, she glanced around proudly, as if she was not sitting in the dock, but the empress's throne.

Sitting in the plaintiff's seat was a middle-aged fat man, who looked furious when he saw Mara Grayson, and after the judge allowed him to speak, he stood up, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself before he began to speak.

"Suzanne Mulins, she's my mother, I should have the right to visit her whenever I want, she doesn't need to stay in a nursing home, and she doesn't need a court-appointed guardian.

She had a good son to take care of her, and I didn't understand at all how the court could entrust my mother to outsiders. ”

"And this woman, excuse me, is Miss Grayson." The middle-aged fat man paused, gritted his teeth and changed his title to an honorific, but his eyes were full of disgust when he looked at the defendant's seat.

"She forcibly sent her to a nursing home after my mother made it clear that she would say no.

And now, Ms. Grayson auctioned off my mother's house, car, and personal belongings, and in the process, discarded everything she thought was unimportant, including some of my father's relics, which my mother had kept for 20 years. ”

"And then she used the proceeds for her own expenses!" The middle-aged fat man became more and more excited the more he spoke, and faintly droplets squirted out of his mouth.

Wesley quietly poked Jack with his elbow and whispered, "Pay attention to the expressions of the judge and the defendant." ”

In fact, there is no need for him to remind him, Jack is now half an expert in micro-expressions, and he has already seen everything in front of him.

The judge was a chubby black man, and although his face was expressionless, the action of holding his cheek with two fingers spoke volumes about how impatient he was at the moment.

Mara Grayson in the dock had her back to the three men, but when she occasionally looked sideways at the plaintiff, the contemptuous look in her eyes said it all.

The middle-aged fat man was still excitedly recounting, "And now, Miss Grayson has completely forbidden me to visit my mother, which is unbelievable, she has kidnapped my mother. ”

"Sir, please be careful with your words, and please remain calm." The judge raised his hand to stop the plaintiff's next words.

"Mara Grayson is a respected professional guardian, and in view of your mother's inability to take care of herself, she has been personally appointed by this Tribunal and by myself.

Out of the best interests of your mother."

The judge's words were interrupted by the middle-aged fat man, who issued a soul question, "Is the prohibition of my own son's visit to protect my mother's interests to the greatest extent?" She didn't care about my mother at all! ”

"Oh, damn it, he's lost the last chance of winning." Looking at the flash of anger on the judge's face, Wesley muttered under his breath, and the black reporter Duprey nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry, Your Honor, may I speak?" Mara Grayson raised her right hand in motion.

The black judge nodded, "Please, Miss Grayson." ”

Mara Grayson got up gracefully and turned to face the middle-aged fat man.

"Mr. Feldstom, I sympathize with you." She spoke of sympathy, but the corners of her mouth curled into an imperceptible sneer.

"But the court will not entrust this responsibility to me for no reason, your mother has long been unable to take care of herself."

"It's not true!" The middle-aged fat man tried to argue, but he could only obediently shut up under the stern gaze of the judge.

Mara Grayson glanced at him, then turned to face the judge and continued.

"The doctor has diagnosed her with Alzheimer's disease, Mr. Feldstom, and has provided a legally binding testimony recommending immediate steps to be taken to ensure her personal safety.

You would have had enough time to take her to a medically equipped nursing home or bring her back to your home, but you didn't do anything. ”

"She doesn't want to leave her home, okay? She begged me not to take her away from the place where she had lived for 50 years, and she said she would die."

Before the middle-aged fat man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mara Grayson.

"You can't take care of her as she wants, you have to take care of her according to her needs, and that's why I'm better suited than her family, because I don't come in with personal interests."

Jack in the auditorium was a little unable to sit still, and he somewhat understood why the court would not allow him to bring a gun.

And Mara Grayson in the dock is still in full swing.

"I'm only going to do what's really right for your mother, so, yes, I admit that I manage your mother's property, because someone has to take care of it, and she doesn't have the ability to deal with it anymore.

And I had to pay for her medical bills, so I confessed, under my supervision, a part of her financial assets were sold, and finally, I confess again, that I also collected the necessary expenses as my salary.

Because it's my job, it's my profession, Mr. Feldstoum. ”

"I think she can run for president!" Duprey, a black journalist, couldn't help but hide his face.

Mara Grayson continued to talk eloquently, as if she was making closing remarks, and the judge on the stage also nodded frequently, like a dedicated actor.

"That's what I've been doing! Every day, every hour, I do this work, I watch over those who need protection, protect them from neglect, protect their self-esteem.

And always be vigilant to protect them from their own children. ”

"Hey! What nonsense are you talking about! "The middle-aged fat man has already jumped like thunder.

"Silence! Quiet! The judge rang the gavel repeatedly.

"Sir, if you behave like this again, I'll have to ask the court guards to send you to the detention cell."

Mara Grayson squinted at each other, "Mr. Feldstoum, we've dealt with each other so many times that I think we know each other well.

Judge, some of the children would rather have their parents starved of food and clothing, and endure sickness than see the money they considered their inheritance used to pay for the necessary care. ”

Jack was a little stunned, he couldn't see the woman's expression at this time, but he could hear the pretended choking sound and see the judge's equally tearful eyes.

"I pity you, Mr. Feldstom, really, but your visit to your mother has saddened her."

"I can't do it anymore, I think I'm going to throw up."

Jack got up and walked out of the courtroom quickly, while Wesley and the reporter Dupree stayed a few more minutes until the judge had pronounced the verdict before Shi Shiran walked out.

Unsurprisingly, the middle-aged fat man lost the case, and the judge upheld the verdict, and Mara Grayson would continue to take custody of his mother.

"This is ridiculous!"

Dupree was the first dark-skinned friend Jack knew who spoke with a bit of rap, and even if he deliberately slowed down, it still felt funny.

"I've taken this job, and we should give this proud frame a little color."

Jack looked at Wesley, who shrugged his shoulders, "It's hard to win through the lawsuit, but it's not impossible, I need some help, but there may be some small legal risks." ”

(End of chapter)