Chapter 687: Chapter 687

Chapter 687:

“After a comprehensive review of the case, it has been determined that the defendant, Lindsay Morgan, is guilty of attempted murder, conspiring to organize and participate in gang-related activities, and aiding and abetting such actions.

As a result, she is sentenced to eight years in prison…”

Lindsay’s face contorted with rage as she shouted at the judge, “I demand an appeal! You’re a corrupt official, obviously bribed by Harlee! This is an obvious abuse of justice!”

Lindsay had clung to a faint hope, believing that even if Rhys wouldn’t openly support her, he might pressure the judge for a lighter sentence.

But an eight-year term was far beyond what she had imagined.

In a panic, Lindsay turned to Rhys, her voice filled with desperation.

“Rhys, I swear I never meant to hurt anyone. Please, convince the judge to let me have a psychiatric evaluation. I didn’t mean to hurt that woman! If you won’t help me, at least tell my grandmother.

Ask her to help me… I’m begging you, Rhys!”

Lindsay didn’t mention Wilton and Belen because she had given up on them the moment they failed to show up. While she convinced herself that they might not have been allowed to visit her in jail, they still didn’t appear on the day of her sentencing. She felt utterly abandoned, like an orphan.

As for her grandmother, Lindsay assumed her absence was due to Wilton’s and Belen’s interference.

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What Lindsay didn’t know was that her parents had informed Liza about the trial, but Liza had chosen not to attend out of shame. Meanwhile, Wilton and Belen, whom Lindsay harbored resentment toward, waited just outside the courtroom. They hadn’t turned their backs on her, but were concerned that their presence might make the situation worse. Therefore, they had decided to visit her one final time after the trial was over.

Feeling a bit exhausted, Harlee rubbed her forehead and turned to Rhys.

“I’m tired of hearing Lindsay’s tantrums.

Could you handle this case for me?”

Rhys gave her a slight smile.

“Of course. Should I send you back now since this is getting on your nerves?”

“No, I’ll wait for you.” Harlee was eager to observe whether Lindsay would display any remorse after the verdict was finalized, as that would determine whether she should intervene on behalf of her godparents.

An eight-year sentence was neither too long nor too short, but the thought of her godparents enduring such distress for that duration was unbearable.

“So, you’re claiming you’ve been wronged?” Rhys smirked at Lindsay’s statement. Turning to Tiffany, he softened his tone.

“Miss Wallace, would you care to recount the events of that day once again?”

Tiffany stood, her gaze steady as she addressed the room.

“The footage we have is unclear, making the situation seem ambiguous. Since Miss Morgan insists there’s a misunderstanding, I’ll retell what happened.”

Tiffany suddenly lifted her eyes, meeting Lindsay’s with a voice that was eerily calm yet piercing.

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