Chapter 840: Chapter 840: Give it a Try_1
Purple Summers nodded faintly in realization.
She went to the dining room and saw that there was still a lot of food on the table, some of which hadn’t been touched at all, apparently, the news regarding Edward Carter had caused these people to lose their appetite.
Purple Summers quietly served herself a bowl of oatmeal, took a piece of buttered toast, and noticed there were raisins on the table, so she added some to her oatmeal along with some chopped almonds.
While she was doing this, the old lady was continuously in a temper, “Has he gone mad? Has he really gone mad? We found him the best lawyer, and he actually refuses to defend himself—doesn’t he want to be released from prison? Oh! The Carter family really did give birth to a promising son, who confesses to his crimes without denial. Does he think he’s being noble?!”
Caitlin Carter’s face was as pale as clay, sitting in silence at the table. Every sentence the old lady cursed felt like a sharp sword piercing directly into her heart, a bloody pain.
The lawyer had confidently promised a definite win, but at this critical moment, Edward Carter refused Rieste’s defense.
What on earth was her younger brother thinking?
Caitlin Carter couldn’t understand; her mind was a complete mess. She didn’t know if her brother was out of his mind, but she felt like she was going insane—on the verge of a breakdown!
“We’re helping in the wrong way! Good intentions are taken for donkey’s liver and lungs. If he wants to plead guilty, let him do it! At least he has the conscience to take all the blame upon himself. If he got Christopher involved as well, that would be utterly heartless and ungrateful!” the old lady raged.
No one at the table spoke.
Usually, when the old lady scolded someone, everyone chose not to chime in to avoid fueling her anger.
Violet Nelson ate her breakfast with her head down, looking very upset.
Initially, Violet Nelson’s plan involved only using Rieste to gain Caitlin Carter’s favor.
Men at home can sometimes be soft-eared; as long as Old Master Simonson could be persuaded by the old lady, and Caitlin Carter could persuade Christopher Simonson, Violet Nelson would be able to successfully become the president’s daughter.
When the body’s head was discovered at the villa in the western suburbs, linking the case to Christopher Simonson, the entire Presidential Palace turned into Violet Nelson’s leverage.
Violet Nelson felt as if Heaven itself was helping her!
But what was happening now?
If Edward Carter refused to defend himself, how could she still be indebted to the Simonson family?
What was the difference between being a niece and a daughter if she could not be indebted to the Simonson family? This was not what she wanted!
The old lady would pass away sooner or later!
When the Presidential Palace was left with only Christopher Simonson and Caitlin Carter, with Purple Summers having the merit of saving a life, what could she use to compete with Purple Summers? She had to ensure that Caitlin Carter was indebted to her! Better yet, if even Christopher Simonson felt grateful to her, she would have a place in the Presidential Palace in the future!
Violet Nelson was inwardly anxious; she was at a total loss, having handed freedom to Edward Carter on a silver platter, yet he refused. Why?
She couldn’t understand why he would prefer to stay in prison rather than accept Rieste’s help. Why?
“There must be some hidden reason for refusing to defend himself—no one wants to go to prison. Shall I give it a try?” Purple Summers spoke up to ask.
After she finished speaking, everyone at the table looked at her strangely.
Then, everyone remembered that Purple Summers had passed the judicial examination; she could indeed fight a lawsuit.
Criminal cases were different.
Especially Edward Carter’s case that had been appealed several times and had reached the Supreme Court, if lost, it would truly be the end.
“What nonsense are you spouting!” The old lady, already brimming with anger, spoke more sharply than usual, “Rieste has won over three thousand cases and he was turned away— who do you think you are?!”
“Mom, Purple just wants to help!” Christopher Simonson defended Purple Summers.
The old lady said, “If she wants to help, she should just stay home and not add to the chaos!”
“Enough! Everyone say less!” Old Master Simonson’s headache worsened with their bickering.
Purple Summers ate her breakfast with focus, her face indifferent and calm.
At that moment, Caitlin Carter’s phone rang.
Caitlin Carter took the call, her eyes instantly widening in shock as she looked towards Purple Summers—