The weather was fine the next day. It finally came the day Yanisâ case was brought to trial.
Josie was helping Dexter with his tie under the morning sunâs rays. âIs it gonna be a tough case?â
âWe just have to go through the necessary procedures. Itâll be over soon.â
âHow many years do you think heâll be sentenced to?â
Dexter smirked. âHis status is extraordinary. Even if heâs sentenced to ten years in prison, heâll only lose his freedom but still be treated well.â
Josie couldnât help wondering if Arnoldâs father would become like Yanis too.
âHeâ¦â
âMy uncle hasnât suffered his whole life. Itâll be a special experience to spend his remaining years in prison.â Dexter said with a cold smile, which could send a shiver down oneâs spine.
Josie was reminded of Wyatt, who had not appeared for some time, and she wondered where he was.
When Josie sent Dexter to his car, she saw only Moses. âHow strange. Mr. Peeple is not here today.â
Dexter patted her shoulder and did not explain further.
In the court, the procedures were carried out accordingly. Dexter sat in the public seating as the defendantâs family member and closed his eyes to rest, As the lawyers presented evidence to the court, their speech was loaded with legal jargon.
About two hours later, the judge announced the verdict. Yanis was sentenced to three years and nine months in jail.
Dexter slowly opened his eyes to see Yanis glaring bitterly at him. Dressed in a jail uniform, the white-
haired man had lost his usual, composed aura.
Dexter curled his lips as he finally got revenge on Yanis.
Provoked by the crooked smile, Yanis struggled frantically and pointed at Dexter with his handcuffed hand. âYou ungrateful brat! How dare you send your uncle to jail! Just wait, Dexter Russell. Youâll this!â
The prison guard immediately pinned him down. âSilence!â
Yanis spat fiercely in Dexterâs direction, but the latter remained still, sitting calmly while watching Yanis lose his cool. Victors never need to say much.
The court session was adjourned after Yanis was taken away.
Moses walked up to Dexter and whispered in his ear. Dexter stood up immediately and walked out of the courtroom while buttoning his suit.
Xanthe was waiting outside.
Standing under the sun, she looked gloomy and hostile.
âWhat is it?â Dexter stood before her.
âYanis is imprisoned. Is it my turn next?â Xantheâs question was laced with sarcasm.
Dexter withdrew his gaze and answered coldly, âYou have a good sense of self-awareness.â
âWhether you admit it or not, the fact is Iâm your mother. If you dare to come after me, youâll bear the stigma of an ungrateful child. As the great president of the Russell Group, you wouldnât want your reputation to be affected, would you?â The wrinkles around Xantheâs eyes became more observable as she spoke. Her tone was cold and emotionless as she had her guard up against her own son.
She didnât expect him to be so ruthless, even to the extent of sending his uncle to jail.
Dexter raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the courtroom. âIâve sent him in, so I might as well send you in.â
Intimidated by Dexterâs frigid aura, Xanthe subconsciously shivered. âDo you really dare to?â
Dexter became impatient. He looked into the distance and saw a slender figure standing beside his car.
Suddenly, he blurted, âDo you know Liana is back?â
Startled, Xanthe frowned. âSo the rumors are true?
âAfter you abandoned me back then, that woman rescued me.â