Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 1014

Chapter 1014: Chapter 1014 Jurisprudence and Common Sense_1 Chapter 1014: Chapter 1014 Jurisprudence and Common Sense_1 Allen Rivera finished speaking and looked at them, adding, “Dion Benson always emphasized that he truly loved these two people, dismembering the bodies to feed to the catfish simply because he heard that if a river spirit ate a human’s body, it would transform into that person. It’s like some people who bury their loved ones’ ashes beneath trees and treat the trees as memorials.”

After that, Dion Benson never fished again; instead, he frequently bought expensive feed and went to that river to feed the catfish, saying he feared his lovers would go hungry.”

Everyone listening felt a chill run down their spine.

Especially Jane McCain and Zara Jameson, their faces turned completely pale, “He treated the catfish as his lovers…”

“I think he’s still covering things up,” Purple Summers said, her eyes slightly cold and disdainful, “It sounds nice to say he fears his lovers going hungry, but in reality, he fears that if the catfish get hungry, they’d start eating other anglers’ bait. If one gets fished out of the water, the truth would be exposed.”

The big fish that gets pulled out of the water only has two fates: either to be thrown back into the river or to be sold to a restaurant.

Aria Jackson showed disgust and nodded, “You’re right. All this talk of love is nonsense; he’s trying to hide the brutality of his crime to get a lighter sentence!”

At this point, Aria Jackson looked at Allen Rivera and asked, “How many years is he sentenced to?”

Allan Rivera furrowed his brows, paused for a moment, and said, “Fifteen years.”

Everyone went quiet.

The air seemed to suddenly freeze, and everyone’s eyes widened in shock.

“…Fifteen years?” Aria Jackson couldn’t believe it, “All this effort to catch him, and he’s only sentenced to fifteen years?!”

Purple Summers was stunned for a moment before realizing, “Dion Benson is 21, but he was only 17 at the time of the crime. According to ‘Criminal Law’ and ‘Juvenile Protection Laws,’ the death penalty does not apply, and he should receive a lighter punishment. Even if he’s given life imprisonment, as long as he behaves well during his sentence, it usually gets reduced to 15 to 20 years.”

Allan Rivera nodded, “Ian Conner is trying to get it extended to twenty years, but whether the authorities will approve that is still uncertain.”

“Even if it’s twenty years, it’s not much compared to two lives…” Zara Jameson sighed quietly.

Everyone fell silent, and the previously lively atmosphere dipped a few notches.

The feeling of dejection lingered for a while until Jane McCain laughed and tried to lighten the mood, “Regardless, the real culprit has finally been brought to justice! We should celebrate! …Speaking of which, it’s thanks to Allen Rivera for finding out about Zane Matthew being sick and in the hospital… What illness did he have? Why did he need to stay in the hospital?”

Allen Rivera looked at her, “An anal fistula.”

The atmosphere turned even more awkward.

The expressions on everyone’s faces were indescribable…

…

After the gathering, Purple Summers went home.

The case was resolved satisfactorily, but the outcome left her feeling uncomfortable.

She wondered how Zane Matthew’s and Kyle Matthew’s parents would feel about the verdict. Having lost both their children, and yet, the murderer only needed to spend a decade or so in prison…

Jurisprudence is one thing, but moral reasoning is another.

Emotionally, they felt this person was so cruel he deserved to have his bones crushed and scattered, yet in reality, they had to follow jurisprudence.

Sometimes life can be helplessly frustrating.

Purple Summers sighed silently in her heart.

The car entered the gate, the grass was lush and green, and the spotted python was winding its way across the lawn, basking in the sun, while a few crows scattered around played noisily on it as if it were a slide.

One was missing.

Purple Summers didn’t know which one was missing. The crows all looked the same to her; she only recognized Tiny, because Tiny was unique, with tufts of white feathers on its head.

Could it be that Tiny’s offspring had grown weary of staying here and had gone to find other territories?

It was possible…

Purple Summers sat next to Cleo and gently stroked its cool, smooth body, feeling that it seemed to have gotten fatter.

After sitting for a while, a car entered the yard, a luxurious and imposing Maybach.

Purple Summers’ heart clenched.

It was Alexander Summers.