Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 1017

Chapter 1017: Chapter 1017: Insignificant and Pitiful_1 Chapter 1017: Chapter 1017: Insignificant and Pitiful_1 Silas Jaxon was indeed a very experienced police officer, known for his conscientiousness and responsibility, and the prosecutor trusted him a lot.

During the case of Edward Carter, Silas Jaxon unilaterally deleted several key pieces of information from the autopsy report, a move that made Purple Summers somewhat critical of him, but she could also understand, given the overall circumstances.

In Huaya Country, the role of a prosecutor is the most prestigious occupation, but behind that prestige comes an immeasurable amount of hard work and sweat. Eighty percent of prosecutors are constantly working without rest, with each handling seven or eight cases at a time.

As Silas Jaxon used to say, “If you passed up every trivial piece of evidence, the prosecutor would be overwhelmed.”

And to speak unpleasantly… those kinds of insect eggs, those trace amounts of pesticides, even if they were submitted, the prosecutor at that time might not have noticed anything unusual, as they tended to have a preconceived notion and were determined that Edward Carter was the murderer, so they wouldn’t consider any other possibilities.

But…

Even if Purple Summers got Silas Jaxon demoted, she didn’t cost him his life. Why should Victoria Morrison take her anger out on her?

Shouldn’t she be angry at the leaders who demoted him or the street thugs who killed him?

Why specifically hold a grudge against Purple Summers?

Purple Summers couldn’t understand. “Just because I cross-examined her husband, she holds a grudge against me?”

That’s unreasonable!

Alexander Summers gently rubbed her head, saying, “I also found it strange, so I had people look into it carefully. Silas Jaxon had considerable seniority in the police force, had handled many significant cases, and his rank was already that of a first-class superintendent. With one more promotion, he would have been a police superintendent. But since he was demoted, his work record was tainted, and it was unlikely he would be promoted to police superintendent before retirement. Probably because of this, Silas Jaxon drowned his sorrows in alcohol every day.”

Purple Summers had fought two lawsuits in Kingsley, one concerning the nightclub hostess’s rape claim, the other the president’s brother-in-law’s headless wife murder case.

She emerged prominent in the former, and became widely known in the latter.

She still remembered how the internet had played with the phrases “of any use” and “eggs any use,” indirectly indicating her popularity.

Silas Jaxon also suffered from such ridicule, but in stark contrast to Purple Summers, when people mocked him, it was filled with sarcasm and laughter. Online, some even maliciously nicknamed him “The Eggless Cop.”

The most terrifying aspect of cyber-violence isn’t just the wanton attacks on the internet, but how these attacks gradually permeate real life.

Because everyone is online.

Silas Jaxon’s relatives, friends, colleagues, and even the familiar and unfamiliar neighbors in the Community.

When everyone around him looked at him with strange eyes, that kind of pressure could break even a man of steel!

Under such pressure, his wife’s consolation was like a drop in the bucket.

After work, Silas Jaxon didn’t want to go home, for even the concerned gazes of his family would hurt him. He would drink alone in a small restaurant, until he was smashingly drunk.

Outside the restaurant was a barbecue stand, where a few rough-looking young men saw him; all had been drinking, and emboldened by their inebriation, they mocked Silas Jaxon, asking whether he had any eggs or if he should take his pants off for a check.

How could Silas Jaxon tolerate that? A fight broke out between both sides with chairs and bottles flying.

He had drunk too much, his reactions were not sharp enough, and since the other side had more people, he was quickly beaten bloody.

The street thugs, seeing Silas Jaxon lying motionless on the ground, got frightened and scattered.

The boss of the small restaurant helped call the emergency center, but by the time the man was taken to the hospital, it wasn’t long before he passed away, having suffered a head injury and bleeding in the skull.

And so Silas Jaxon died.

He could have been promoted to police superintendent.

Even without a promotion, he could have retired with dignity.

But because of Purple Summers, he lost all face and also earned the ridiculous nickname “The Eggless Cop,” and he died pathetically and pitifully small.