Chapter 1065: Chapter 1065: Compassion for the Weak_1 Chapter 1065: Chapter 1065: Compassion for the Weak_1 “Since when has shopping and enjoying gourmet food become standards for judging whether a person is sad?” the prosecutor indignantly said. “Everyone expresses sadness differently. Under extreme distress, it isn’t impossible for one to engage in reckless spending!”

“Perhaps you’re right, but I think it’s necessary for the jury to know whether this constitutes reckless spending and to make that judgment themselves,” Purple Summers replied.

Not wanting to dwell on this point too long, the judge asked, “Does the prosecution have any more witnesses?”

The lawyer answered, “No.”

“Since the facts of the case are clear, and there are no objections from either side, we will proceed directly to the closing arguments in one hour. The court is now in recess.”

The judge struck the gavel, concluding a brief dispute.

The indisputable fact was that Oscar Smith had died by jumping from the ninth floor of the casino, so there was no need to call more witnesses. The focus of the dispute was now on determining responsibility.

And how responsibility would be assigned would depend on the presentation of the closing arguments.

Once outside, a swarm of reporters descended. Alexander Summers, holding Purple by his side, headed to the rest area with the team of lawyers.

“Madam, your questioning just now was very effective in making the jury distrustful of Smith’s wife, giving us an advantage,” one of them said.

“But that child is a bit of a problem; the other side clearly put Smith’s daughter in the public gallery on purpose to elicit sympathy. People won’t want to make things difficult for a child.”

“In their closing arguments, they’ll certainly emphasize the negative impacts of gambling, stirring up the jury’s resentment against the Summers Group. We need to be prepared,” another added.

“Where’s the report from the charity fund? We can use this to counterattack…”

Document after document was meticulously organized and handed to Purple.

Poring over the materials, Purple looked up after a while and said, “During the closing arguments, there’s no need for you to appear in court.”

The others looked at each other in confusion.

“Have you noticed? The opposition only sent one lawyer, without an assistant or a co-counsel,” Purple slowly said. “The lawyer is an old man, and coupled with a woman and a child, they are intentionally presenting themselves as the weaker side to the jury. Whereas on our end, we are a group of strong, imposing figures.”

Purple looked at the group: “I do not wish to leave an impression of overwhelming disparity before the jury, so you needn’t attend later. Regardless of the outcome, I am deeply grateful for everyone’s dedication and help these past days.”

Being lawyers themselves, everyone in the room understood the subtleties of courtroom tactics.

Public psychology tends to instinctively favor the underdog.

For instance, if an old man riding a tricycle scratches a luxury car, people aren’t likely to consider the interests of the car owner, but rather feel pity for the old man.

Even if the old man was indeed at fault, pity can overshadow his mistake.

People would think: He didn’t do it on purpose; at his age, he still has to ride a tricycle to earn a living, how pitiful; if life weren’t so harsh, he could be enjoying his twilight years at home; he’s already suffering, and now that he has scratched someone’s car, how will he get by…

As for the luxury car owner, people would only think: You’re already so rich, just let it go.

Not to say that such a mindset is bad–in fact, this compassion towards the vulnerable can be a virtue. If everyone in society cared for the weak, it would undoubtedly be very harmonious.

However, when such sentiments are exploited, stirred, and used as a weapon in the courtroom, they take on a different character.

The lawyers understood this point well and left the rest area one after another without objection.

Once everyone had left, Purple let out a light sigh and leaned her head on Alexander’s shoulder.

“Do you want to sleep for a bit?” Alexander asked her.

Purple murmured softly in agreement.

Alexander then cradled her in his arms and kissed her gently, “Sleep then.”