Chapter 19
In the old shabby apartment building, the sound of women crying pierced through the night.
A few houses had their lights on, but there was no other movement.
When Angelo kicked open the rickety wooden door, he saw the woman who had sought help from the law firm being abused by her husband, with his hands tightly around her neck against the wall, her face turning purple.
“The police are coming right now!” He quickly pulled the attacker away and shielded the woman behind him, “If you stop now, you can still be considered as stopping the crime! You may even have a chance for a reduced sentence!”
The man turned a deaf ear to this, grabbed a bottle and smashed it towards them. Angelo shielded himself, the bottle shattered, leaving bloody marks on his shoulder.
“Damn it, mind your own business! So what if I killed her!”
Angelo held a chair leg and stared at the man across from him, who was going crazy. Behind him were the sobs of women and the cries of children.
The two people were at a standstill until the sound of the police siren approached, then the man cursed and climbed out of the window to escape.
“Thank you… Thank you, Mr. Haley…the woman sobbed, holding onto the child, “But… he will come back! He will, will come back to kill me and the
child!”
Angelo wiped the blood off his mouth, took out a business card, and said, “Don’t worry, the police will take you to the station to rest in a bit. Tomorrow morning at nine, I’ll take you to apply for a restraining order.”
At 3 a.m., Angelo came out of the law firm and walked alone towards the parking lot.
Five thugs wielding steel pipes suddenly rushed out from the shadows.
“I told you to mind your own business! Why do you meddle in other people’s affairs!” The gangster hit him on the knee with a stick, and the sound of
bones cracking was clearly audible.
It was the abusive man who called his brother.
Angelo staggered and leaned against the wall, then suddenly chuckled.
He took out his phone and pressed the record button. As the steel rods rained down, he calmly stated, “In the early morning of November 18, 2023, I was attacked by Landen and his gang at Ushurg…”
At the Radren Supreme Court, Priscilla had just won a cross–border lawsuit when her assistant hurried over to whisper a few words in her ear.
She paused after taking off her judge’s robe and asked, “How serious is the injury?”
“The spleen ruptured, intracranial bleeding, just had the second surgery done.” The assistant handed over the tablet, the Ushurg news headline was
shocking.
A famous lawyer who stood up for justice was retaliated against, and now his life is in danger
Priscilla looked out the window at the pouring rain and said after a while, “Order some flowers to be sent over.”
The assistant asked cautiously, “Do you need to write a card?”
She shook her head, absentmindedly rubbing the edge of the file with her fingertips.
Ushurg Central Hospital, Angelo woke up in excruciating pain.
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The white chrysanthemums on the bedside table made his eyes sting, those flowers usually only show up at funerals.
“Ms. Shepard sent someone over,” the nurse whispered, “said… wishing you a speedy recovery.”
He suddenly chuckled, causing the wound to burst open and the gauze to seep blood.
“…How could you be so heartless…you don’t even want to hate me anymore.”
Qutside the window, the last piece of plane tree leaf was blown off by the wind and rain.
Late at night, Priscilla’s phone lit up twice.
The first time she saw “Ushurg Central Hospital“, she knew who it was, and after a while, she pressed mute.
The second time was a strange number, and when I answered, I heard weak breathing on the other end.
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meeting.
Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds….
Before she hung up, she seemed to hear a very soft “I’m sorry.”
Three months later, there was a charity gala for legal aid.
When Priscilla took the stage as the speaker, the lights swept over the last row.
Angelo stood in the shadows, leaning on a cane, with an empty suit hanging on him.
Her speech never stuttered once.
“Real law is not a game for the elite, but the last straw for the weak.”
In the applause, the waiter handed me a folded napkin. When I unfolded it, I saw the familiar handwriting.
“You’re right.”
No signature.
After the dinner party, that figure also disappeared without a trace.
Priscilla ran into a typhoon when she was preparing to return, and her flight had to make an emergency landing in Ushurg.
As if by magic, she had the driver pull up outside Angelo’s apartment building.
In the mechanical swing of the wipers, she saw a blurry shadow on the balcony, it was a withered white chrysanthemum.
She stared at the window for a long time, then finally looked away.
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