Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 1002

Chapter 1002: Chapter 1002: Allen Rivera’s Fear_1 Chapter 1002: Chapter 1002: Allen Rivera’s Fear_1 In court, there is a principle: when there is a reasonable doubt about the facts, a decision or ruling should be made in favor of the defendant.

For example, when there is doubt between guilt and innocence, the case should be dealt with as innocent; when there is doubt between a felony and a misdemeanor, it should be considered a misdemeanor.

Purple Summers said, “Check if this guy has ever bought a speedboat or a small boat, if there is any fishing gear at his home or photography of fishing, and also investigate the fishing club for any records related to him.”

Aria Jackson nodded, then added, “But we can’t just sue him for murder because he fishes. Without evidence, the judge will think the prosecution failed to provide sufficient proof.”

“I’m not the prosecutor.” Purple Summers’s eyes curved into a smile, revealing her neat, milky white teeth, slightly childlike, “I’m on the defense now, as long as I can convince the jury that the killer was someone else, then I’ve done my job.”

“Hey!” Aria Jackson’s eyes widened as she pretended to pinch her, “Can’t you be more reliable?”

Purple Summers quickly dodged with a laugh, “Alright, alright, let’s have Allen Rivera arrange this guy as a prosecution witness to testify in court, and I’ll deal with him.”

Aria Jackson finally backed off.

She then glanced at the scattered files and photos on Purple Summers’s desk and casually pulled one out.

“Who’s this?” asked Aria Jackson.

“Jane McCain’s ex-boyfriend,” Purple Summers said with a smile, drawing closer to watch the photo together with Aria Jackson, “Aunt Spencer specifically called him to ask him to come back from abroad to testify for Jane McCain. What do you think, handsome or not?”

“Mmm… not bad, but he seems a bit old,” Aria Jackson put the photo back.

Purple Summers teased her, “He’s this handsome and all you say is ‘not bad’? Are you still hung up on your first love?”

Aria Jackson’s expression immediately turned sour, and she rubbed her arms, “Don’t bring that up! Traumatizing!”

In her student days, Aria Jackson had a secret crush on her neighbor’s older brother, only to witness with her own eyes him presenting chocolates to another boy while confessing his love. She was deeply shocked by this and has not been able to trust men ever since! She remained single to this day!

—-That’s just a joke. The psychological shadow is part of the reason, but the real reason she’s single is that Aria Jackson hasn’t met the right person yet.

“How’s Allen Rivera doing?” Purple Summers asked.

Aria Jackson’s eyebrows rose warily, “You’re not trying to match me up with him, are you? Don’t get it wrong, he’s a year younger than me!”

Purple Summers laughed until she cried, “I was asking how Allen Rivera is doing with the investigation!”

Aria Jackson rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh of relief, responding, “He’s gone back to Bluebell Town, Zane Matthew, and Kyle Matthew’s hometown.”

…

Allen Rivera spent an entire day in Bluebell Town.

He wanted to garner some valuable information from the relatives and friends of Zane Matthew and Kyle Matthew, but the brothers had left their hometown early to make their way in the big city, so their relationships with local friends had become distant.

As for the relatives, they were very unwelcoming of Allen Rivera’s visit.

Originally, their son was only missing, but now the prosecutor brought news of death.

Not only that, but the prosecutor also had to repeatedly inquire about the deceased’s life, which was a form of mental torment for the elderly.

Allen Rivera returned without any achievements.

By the time he came back, it was already evening, and the setting sun’s lingering light slanted into the office, casting alternating stripes of light and shadow on the floor through the blinds.

The room was dim.

Allen Rivera didn’t turn on the light. He took a seat at his desk, sank into quiet contemplation, his mood gloomy.

The court hearing was about to start, but he still had not found any decisive evidence.

He was a bit scared…

Just like Jane McCain had said, he was afraid of sending an innocent person to prison, to suffer the torment of his conscience afterwards.

Even deep down, the thought would pop up: maybe she did kill someone.

Even though the thought dissipated as soon as it emerged, Allen Rivera still felt ashamed for having such an idea.