Seize His Little Wife

In this courtroom today, unlike other times, there is no first or second trial, this is straight up final.

Simply because Molly Bort’s involvement in the business of buying and selling poisonous powders has been fully proven, and there is evidence on the police station’s side, it can be said that her end is already predetermined, and there is absolutely no need for a first or second trial, and she can just have a final trial.

And this final trial, too, is not a trial of Molly Bort’s dealing in poison powder, but of Molly Bort’s two willful killings.

Christine White turns in the evidence that Molly Bort killed her, and with Leo Bort testifying, Molly Bort has no choice but to sign a confession.

But while signing her plea, Molly Bort kept looking resentfully at Leo Bort.

The seriousness of its resentment far exceeds that against Christine White.

Christine White can probably guess why Molly Bort hates Leo Bort so much.

Leo Bort is Molly Bort’s dad, the dad who doted on Molly Bort since she was a child, and in Molly Bort’s mind, Leo Bort is supposed to be there for Molly Bort all the time.

And now Leo Bort corroborates that Molly Bort did kill her, which is tantamount to driving Molly Bort to her death.

So how could Molly Bort not hate him.

After all, it’s no different than betrayal when your dad, who has always doted on you, now turns around and accuses you of murder.

“Now, I pronounce the sentence, the defendant Qi Mou trading in poisonous powder, intentional homicide evidence is conclusive, pronounced Qi Mou death penalty, deprivation of political rights for life, five days after the execution!”

Snap!

As the judge’s gavel slapped down, Molly Bort, with a dead look on her face, as if she had lost her soul, was led off by the bailiff.

Christine White couldn’t help the tears of excitement in her eyes as she watched her form.

Sure enough, it’s a death sentence!

“You got your revenge.” Baird Lane, as an escort, was seated just behind her.

Feeling her slightly trembling body, he spoke up.

Christine White tilted her head and held back the tears.

Yeah, she got her revenge.

But it’s not over!

This trial isn’t over, Molly Bort is done, there’s Leo Bort and others.

Leo Bort was taken by the bailiff from the witness stand, to the defense stand.

He didn’t pay off the driver who ran over her own mother, but he did sweep up for Molly Bort’s mother, who is dead, so naturally there’s no way she could have been doing anything about it, but Leo Bort is still alive, and by sweeping up for Molly Bort’s mother, he’s committing the crime of harboring her.

And then there’s the fact that six years ago, Leo Bort kidnapped her, privately harvested her bone marrow, aborted her child, and also committed the crime of kidnapping, the crime of privately transplanting human organs.

These counts added up to a twelve-year sentence for Leo Bort.

Even though he wouldn’t live for twelve years, the length of this sentence pleased Christine White.

“I’m sorry!” Leo Bort suddenly shouted out an apology to Christine White as he was being escorted down by the bailiffs.

Christine White turned her face away from him and didn’t look at him, much less respond to him.

Leo Bort, knowing that this was a refusal to forgive her, was grimly escorted away by the bailiffs.

After that the trial, it’s Doctor Luise, with the coroner from back in the day, and the driver who harbored Molly Bort.

That driver was afraid for his life back then, hid the truth about Molly Bort pushing her out of the car, and lived with it for six years, and now it’s time to pay the price as if it were the first.

It’s just that these three people didn’t commit much of a crime, so the medical examiner and the driver were sentenced to a relatively light sentence of three years.

Only that Doctor Luise plate slightly focus, because there is no official approval, give people under the spirit of suggestion, coupled with Baird Lane in the inside operation, Doctor Luise not only was revoked the license to practice medicine, but also sentenced to eight years, and into the prison, but not the ordinary prison, but a special prison.

Only a special prison could contain a hypnotized man like Doctor Luise.

This trial has finally come to a close.

Christine White walked out of the courthouse feeling like the skies had cleared.

Baird Lane hooked his arm around her shoulders and swept her into his arms, “Congratulations, you got your revenge like you wanted.”

Christine White twisted her head to look at his hand on her shoulder, and ultimately didn’t push it away.

Never mind, she’s happy today, let him hold her for a while.

“It’s not quite revenge yet, how can I be relieved that Molly Bort isn’t dead, wait five days, that’s when the real revenge will be taken.” Christine White said, lifting her foot towards the car parked in front of the courthouse.

Baird Lane was close behind, “Either way, the result is the same.”

“Fair enough, so I’ll buy you dinner today.” Christine White suddenly said to him as she pulled the car door open.

Baird Lane raised an eyebrow, “Are you asking me on a date?”

“I’m in a good mood today, you might think so.” Christine White smiled at him and got in the car.

With a gleam in his eye, Baird Lane got into the car and asked, “Where to eat?”

“Let’s go to the clubhouse, they have good wine there, open a few more bottles and celebrate the day.” Christine White replied as she buckled her seatbelt.

Baird Lane frowned, “You can’t drink.”

“It’s okay, Molly Bort is dying anyway, her organs the police department and the court side, will be donated by default, her kidney is already mine, and since I’m happy today, I’m going to drink.” Christine White stuck her tongue out at him.

Six years ago, Molly Bort took her bone marrow, leaving her with a weakened body.

Now, she took Molly Bort’s kidney, fair enough!

“Well, in that case, I’ll allow you to indulge in a drink today.” Baird Lane said nothing more and drove toward the clubhouse.

When we arrived at the clubhouse, Christine White ordered a lot of wine and a lot of food.

Baird Lane didn’t think she’d be able to drink or eat all that she ordered, though he didn’t stop her from ordering so much that there were just the two of them, but she was happy and he didn’t stop her.

All Land, Christine White has been drinking and not eating.

She was a good drinker, he knew that.

But eventually, she passed out drunk, hugging a red wine bottle and crying and laughing and mouthing off.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She had a big tongue, though, and Baird Lane hadn’t heard her, but in connection with the day’s events, he’d about guessed.

“Baird Lane …” Christine White hiccuped as she walked toward him.

Baird Lane put down his chopsticks, “What’s wrong?”

“Cheers!” Christine White raised her bottle toward him.

Baird Lane lifted his own glass and clinked it with her.

She hemmed and hawed twice before raising the bottle and pouring it into her mouth.

Halfway through the pour, she suddenly couldn’t drink any more and collapsed into his arms with a dry heave.

Baird Lane rushed to catch her, “Is everything okay?”

“It’s okay, where’s my wine?” She squinted to get up out of his arms to get to her wine.

Baird Lane was feeling a little light-headed as he looked at the bottle of wine that was upside down on the floor, and the red wine that kept pouring out of it.

Once he didn’t stop it, he seemed to let her drink a little too much.

“You’re out of wine.” Baird Lane said with a clear conscience.

Christine White muttered, “No, it’s not finished.”

“Really drunk.” Baird Lane kicked the bottle away from her, not wanting her to see it.

Christine White, who was drunk at the moment and really didn’t see his little gesture, stretched her arm out about to reach for the other bottles on the table.

Baird Lane stops her, “What for?”

“Wine!” Christine White slapped him somewhat unhappily.

Baird Lane tackled her hand so she couldn’t move, “There’s no more wine, it’s all gone.”

“Finished drinking?” Christine White looked up in obvious disbelief.

“Well, drink up.” Baird Lane nods.

He wasn’t telling a lie, those drinks were, indeed, drunk by her.

“Then in order a few bottles, I’ve got money, I’ve got money, I’m not the same, penniless Christine White I used to be!” Christine White said as she moved.

Baird Lane held her down, “I know, you’re rich now, but no, no more wine orders.”

“Why?” Christine White hiccuped and looked at him with confused eyes, looking adorable when paired with her drunken, slightly reddened little face.

Baird Lane’s eyes darkened slightly, “Thought you were drunk.”

“Nonsense, I’m not drunk, I’m a good drinker.” Christine White struggled twice in dissatisfaction.

Baird Lane rolled over and pinned her to the couch, his voice husky, “You’re really drunk.”

“Not drunk!” Christine White kicked her calf.

Baird Lane pinned her legs together, “Since you say you’re not drunk, who do you think I am?”