Chapter 1062: Chapter 1062: Might Cry_1 Chapter 1062: Chapter 1062: Might Cry_1 The next day, Purple Summers went to the Presidential Palace to meet with the lawyers introduced by Christopher Simonson.

Compared to some senior barristers with decades of experience, Purple was less experienced, especially in claims disputes.

Each lawyer gave her sound advice and coached her on what to pay attention to; the rest would rely on Purple’s performance in the moment.

Because this case was unique and had been sensationalized by the media, it had become not just a simple claim but a graphic indictment of the gambling industry.

Subsequently, Purple took a flight to Pearlpoint to meet with the law firm contracted by the Summers Group and strategize on their defense.

The good news was that, thanks to a series of media interventions by the Summers Group, the situation on the internet had gradually stabilized.

A website had launched a poll asking netizens who they wanted to win the lawsuit.

Most people wouldn’t seriously consider the factual basis, and the vote eventually turned into a contest of character, which was what the Summers Group wanted to see, for in this world there were no absolute saints, and everyone had flaws.

Alexander had flaws, and Oscar Smith had them too. The exposure and scrutiny on the internet showed Smith’s gambling addiction, domestic violence against his wife, and underpaying his workers. Why should someone like that, who committed suicide, warrant 15 million in compensation?

One day before the court hearing, the voting was steadily at 51% vs. 49%.

On the day of the court hearing, it rained, a steady, incessant patter.

Under the dark curtain of layer upon layer of clouds, the sound of the wind mourned, coming in bursts as if sobbing and pleading, like a long-held knot of emotions unleashed from the sea, in an overwhelming outpour.

Rainwater gathered into streams on the car window, and Purple watched quietly.

Alexander wrapped his arm around her waist and rested with his eyes closed, lazily asking, “Are you nervous?”

Purple glanced at him, “The one who should be nervous is you, isn’t it? If you lose the lawsuit, you’re the one who has to pay someone 15 million.”

Alexander’s lips curved slightly at her words, a hint of a smile there, though his eyes remained closed as his hand leisurely stroked her hair.

He didn’t say a word, but Purple felt as though she understood his expression, and her thoughts became complex.

With Alexander’s proud nature, of course he wouldn’t care about 15 million. Whether he won or lost the lawsuit, he would still be Alexander Summers, but it was different for her…

If they lost, it would be akin to admitting to the world that she had married a man of poor character and corrupt morals.

Probably for every woman, marriage is a matter of dignity; she didn’t want to be seen as having married a monster. She knew Alexander’s worth and felt indignant on his behalf.

The cars one by one stopped neatly in front of the courthouse. Purple stepped out of the car, followed by a group of lawyers trailing behind her, forming an impressive entourage.

Alexander had the impression of being outshone and couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile.

The reporters all surged forward, kept at bay two meters away by the bodyguard–
“Mr. Summers! Are you confident about today’s court hearing?”

“Mrs. Summers, will you personally defend your husband?”

“If you lose, are you prepared to appeal? Will you really pay the other party 15 million in compensation?”

Alexander stopped, smiling as he said, “No matter what the outcome of the court hearing is, I will respect and accept the court’s ruling. Thank you all for your concern.”

Having said that, he took Purple’s hand: “Let’s go in.”

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Inside the courtroom, everything was ready. The spectators’ benches were packed with people, cameras at varying heights. Everyone was waiting for this confrontation.

Purple saw Oscar Smith’s wife and daughter on the spectators’ bench.

Without the deliberate portrayal of news photos, the mother and daughter seemed very calm, so calm it was numbing. The five-year-old girl, with wide eyes, looked bewildered and uneasy, as if she didn’t understand why she was brought here.

Alexander whispered to Purple, “Jeremy Jennings has coerced them. That little girl might cry later.”

Purple glanced surreptitiously at the mother and daughter, then turned her gaze away.