Chapter 308
Case Quinne went out to call witnesses over the phone.
Haillie got up, arms crossed, pacing a few steps before she warned, “Ellinor, don’t think having a well–known lawyer will help you get rid of your guilt! You dared hurt Patricia, Balfour will never let you dodge the law! I suggest you give up resistance and accept the trial of the law. If you have a good attitude, you may get a lighter sentence!”
Ellinor just raised an eyebrow, not bothering to engage with Haillie.
Seeing Ellinor’s lack of response, Haillie was ticked off!
Facing Ellinor, she always felt like her efforts were like punching a pillow, unable to vent her frustration!
No matter when, Ellinor always remained calm, not even getting too agitated by anything, always so calm and composed, one really wanted to slap her to see if she would feel any pain! Byran sat to one side, glaring daggers at Ellinor, his eyes filled with disappointment and anger, and a hint of confusion. He didn’t say a word.
Nestled in Balfour’s arms, Patricia slowly turned her head, gently and compassionately said, “Ellinor, Haillie’s right, if you plead guilty, I’ll persuade Balfour to sign a pardon and try to get you a lighter sentence. Quit this nonsense, it’s only making Balfour angrier, it’s not doing you any good.”
Ellinor smiled, “Ms. Howard, you and your best friend seem awfully worried about me causing more trouble?”
Patricia blinked, looking a bit hurt, and explained, “Ellinor, I’m just trying to help, I’m worried you’ll do something reckless, it’s not because I’m scared of anything else…”
“Really?” Ellinor casually dropped her gaze, ignoring her.
Seeing Patricia’s good intentions being misunderstood, Balfour’s gaze flashed with displeasure.
“Ms. Mendoza, because you helped old Mr. Howard in the past, I don’t want to be ruthless to you. Are you really going to make things unbearable for yourself?”
Ellinor yawned, “Appreciate your generosity, but I’m not afraid of anything, bring it on!”
Balfour stared at Ellinor’s fearless demeanor, a frown creeping onto his face.
What kind of family background could morph a girl who should be gentle and kind–hearted into such a cunning, vicious, and ruthless individual?
Haillie glanced at Ellinor impatiently: “Balfour, let’s just ignore her! Ellinor is just a country bumpkin who isn’t afraid of anything! When she’s found guilty, she’ll regret it! Balfour, don’t show her any sympathy, don’t sign any pardon, she deserves to be punished. Otherwise, she’ll never change.”
Just as Haillie finished speaking, the door was flung open, and a seven or eight–year–old boy ran in, heading straight for the suspect, Zachary…
“Daddy!”
The boy wanted to jump into Zachary’s arms, but was stopped short by the handcuffs around his dad’s wrists. He stared at them, confused and reluctant to accept the situation, questioning,”Daddy, why are you wearing handcuffs? Only bad guys wear them on TV, right? Daddy, did you do something bad?”
Seeing his son, Zachary’s defenses instantly crumbled, dropping his head in shame, he mumbled, “I didn’t mean to…”
