Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 1093

Chapter 1093: Chapter 1093: A Mistake_1

The surroundings were very quiet, only Norton Young’s voice could be heard.

He looked at the jury and pursed the corners of his lips as if in a bitter smile, “It’s nothing, I often get scolded. I’ve gotten used to it. If there are girls around, I don’t even dare to take out my phone, afraid that people might misunderstand me for taking sneaky photos. After all, I look like this… When those guys joke with the girls, it’s humor, it’s charming; but when it’s my turn to joke, it’s perceived as lewd. I understand that all too well.

So I held back, even though I was very angry, I kept holding back, until she finished scolding, the subway arrived at the station, I got off and went home, and then…

Then, on the way, I remembered the looks of those people on the subway, felt very uncomfortable, and always thought it shouldn’t be like this. I walked to the side of the street, saw a long bench, so I sat down and began to think, contemplating whether I’m doomed to be like this for my whole life. Can I change?”

My clothes are always greasy because I sweat easily, I’m overweight because I always fail at dieting, and I have a high hairline, which makes people think I’m bald–it’s hereditary… I realized I couldn’t change anything, I could only accept… Then a tall guy came by.”

Everyone was slightly stunned. Was this the other suspect hypothesized in the previous testimony?

Norton continued, “He was also fat, but taller and more robust than me. I didn’t know him, so I ignored him and kept reflecting on life, fate, and all sorts of other messy stuff. But the tall guy took the initiative to greet me, saying, ‘Hey! You loser!’

An unknown person insulting me as a loser on the street, I was very angry, but since he was stronger than me, I chickened out. I held back once more.

At that moment, he threw something over and said, ‘Here’s a gift for you. Next time, don’t be like a piece of trash. That kind of woman is cheap and deserves it!’

Norton exhaled slowly, his expression complicated, “I was dumbfounded at that time, and as I pulled the thing off me, the tall guy had already left. That’s when I saw clearly; it was a pair of lady’s panties. Right then, the police appeared and arrested me.”

Everyone fell silent. For a moment, it was unclear whether they found it absurd or felt sympathy.

All sorts of emotions submerged into the silence.

“But to be honest…” Norton looked at the jury, “I wish it was me, of course, not to rape her, I wouldn’t do that, but I wish I was the one who caught up to that woman, to tell her I’m not a fat nerd, I’m not a sick pervert, I didn’t sexually harass her! I…”

“I…” Norton pursed his lips, seemingly choked up, “If I had that courage, even if she sued me, I would still feel proud of myself. But I didn’t have it. The woman made a mistake; that’s the real truth!”

The prosecutor stood up.

“However, the police conducted a check on nearby users and didn’t find anyone matching the description of the tall guy you mentioned. Moreover, Ms. Stone has been very adamant in identifying you.”

“She’s mistaken,” Norton said. “It really wasn’t me.”

The prosecutor sighed slightly and sat back down.

In his view, Norton was entirely talking nonsense with no evidence at all, and there was nothing worth asking.

The judge asked both parties if they had finished presenting evidence.

Purple Summers turned to look at Victoria Morrison, who was sitting in the auditorium, frowning slightly as she shook her head.

The head shaking could mean two things: one, Mrs. Morrison was unwilling to testify; two, Mrs. Morrison believed that testifying under the current situation would be disadvantageous for winning the case.

After thinking it over, Purple did not request a subpoena.

The judge struck the gavel and announced that closing arguments would take place after an hour.

Norton was led away by the bailiff, and before leaving, Purple comforted him, “It will be over soon.”

Norton nodded.

Purple left the courtroom for the lounge, and in the corridor, she ran into Victoria Morrison, who was holding a pack of cigarettes, apparently looking for a place to smoke.

Purple was somewhat surprised; she didn’t know that Mrs. Morrison had the habit of smoking.

“Mrs. Morrison,” Purple called out to her, “You can smoke down the hallway.”