A few days later, Talia's final hearing arrived.
Violet and Stanley went to the scene.
Steven didn't go and stayed in the ward with Eason.
He had his tablet in his hand and was watching the trial live for Eason.
Eason stared at the video. Seeing the haggard Talia who seemed to have aged by dozens of years all
of a sudden, he laughed unusually freely.
On the spot, Violet didn't expect Talia to become so wretched in just a few days.
When she was arrested, Talia was still exquisitely dressed, but now, in a prison uniform, handcuffed
and shackled, her hair was all cut short, and the hair left grew gray.
Surely with great sorrow, one aged rapidly.
On the stage, the judge was reading out the crimes committed by Talia.
Talia was escorted by two female bailiffs and stood in the middle of the courtroom, her head deeply
bowed and her body still trembling slightly, obviously terrified of her next trial.
Violet sighed, "If she had known it, why would she have done it in the first place?"
Stanley didn't say anything, and there was nothing to say, Talia deserved it for falling to this point.
He was thinking that in a few days, in Sam's final trial, Sam would also be like Talia at the moment,
shaking in fear, right?
As the minutes passed, Talia's trial ended under the judge's gavel.
Because of the overwhelming evidence and the intervention of the Pearce family, Talia was
unsurprisingly sentenced to death.
The moment she learned of her death sentence, Talia sat on the ground, dumbfounded.
Violet gave her a cool look, didn't linger, but left the courtroom with Stanley.
Outside the courthouse, she looked up at the sky.
When she came in the morning, the sky was still grey, but at this moment, it was extraordinarily bright,
because Talia had been sentenced.
Violet took a deep breath and a tear of joy slid down from the corner of her eye, "Mom, I avenged you,
Talia has been sentenced."
When Stanley heard that, he patted her back gently, "Your mom will be happy if she knows."
"Well, I want to go see mom." Violet said, sobbing.
"Okay." Stanley nodded his agreement.
The two went to a nearby florist, bought a bouquet of flowers and drove to the cemetery.
When they arrived at the cemetery, Violet didn't let Stanley accompany her and went in by herself.
Because there was something she wanted to talk to her mom about alone.
Stanley knew that, so he sat in the car and waited.
After about an hour, Violet came out.
She stood a short distance away and waved and smiled at him.
Stanley could see that she had become much more relaxed now, and that worry between her brows
had disappeared, changing back to the carefree look she had before they were married.
Ever since Lily's death, there had been a faint touch of melancholy between her brows.
It wasn't just the melancholy over Lily's death, but also the suspicion of her death.
Now that Talia was sentenced, she had avenged Lily, and so her melancholy had only finally
dissipated.
Stanley rolled down the window and waved his hand at Violet as well, "Come on, let's go."
"Coming." Violet nodded and quickened her pace, trotting to the car.
Stanley leaned in and opened the passenger door for her.
Violet sat up, "I kept you waiting long."
"It is ok." Stanley shook his head, then thought of something and pointed to the back, "Look."
"What?" Violet froze slightly, and then turned her head to the back seat, her mouth opened wide in
surprise, "Why are there so many flowers?"
The back seat was covered with red roses, and at a glance, it was bright red and beautiful.
Stanley's thin lips curled up slightly, "This is for you."
Violet looked at him, "Why are you suddenly sending me flowers?"
"Talia got sentenced, it's a day to be happy, so I give you flowers to cheer you up. The flowers were
bought at a nearby florist, and they're not any expensive varieties, don't mind, I'll make it up to you
later." Stanley said.
Violet's eyes moistened and she smiled, shaking her head, "I don't mind, I'm happy, thank you, honey."
She took a breath, then grabbed a hold of the man's tie and pulled it down.
The man's head lowered, and Violet smiled at him before kissing him.
Stanley was stunned for a moment at first, not expecting her to suddenly thank him like this.
Soon, though, his eyes darkened and he turned his passivity into initiative, wrapping his large hands
around the back of her head and kissing back.
It took so long that both of them were a little breathless, before Stanley let go of Violet and ended the
long kiss.
Violet rolled down the window and gasped slightly.
After a few moments of gasping for air, her breathing finally smoothed out.
Stanley did the same, thumbing off the water stain on his mouth before leaning in to buckle her up,
"Shall we go back?"
"Yes, let’s go back." Violet smiled and nodded.
Stanley rubbed her hair and was just about to start the car, the phone rang.
It was Violet's phone.
Violet took out her phone and looked at it, "It's Steven calling."
"Pick it up, I'll drive slower." Stanley said as he turned the car keys.
Violet nodded and answered the phone, "Hey, Steven."
"Sister ......" Steven's voice was tinged with tears.
Violet frowned, "What's wrong?"
Why he was crying?
On the other end of the phone, Steven turned around, sobbing as he looked at the back of the ward
where Eason covered with a white cloth, "Sister, Eason, he ...... He ......"
"Eason what happened to him?" Violet's red lips pursed, and uneasiness rose up in her heart.
Stanley glanced at her through the corner of his eyes, "Something happened to Eason?"
"Well, from the sound of Steven's voice, I think so. I just don't know what's up." Violet said with a frown.
Steven raised his hand and wiped his eyes, "Eason is dead."
Violet's pupils suddenly shrank and her entire body froze.
In this moment, it was as if she couldn't hear the world, and the whole world became extraordinarily
quiet.
It wasn't until a large truck drove by with a honking sound that she jolted back to reality, her voice dry
and hoarse, "You said ...... he's dead?"
Next to him, Stanley slammed on the brakes when he heard this, pulling the car to the side of the road,
"Eason is dead?"
Violet opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound and could only nod her head.
Stanley looked at her eyes that were gradually flooded with moisture and didn't ask anymore.
Steven nodded.
Violet closed her eyes, tears unconsciously flew out, "When?"
"Ten minutes ago, after he ended the call from the police station." Steven sobbed.
Violet nodded, "I'll be right over."
"Okay." Steven responded.
Putting down her phone, Violet lowered her head and curled her entire body into the seat, silently
shedding tears.
Stanley unbuckled the seat belt on his body and also unbuckled the seat belt on her, scooped her up
and held her into his arms, "Cry out if you want to."
"No, I'm not going to cry out, I hate him so much, why should I cry out for him?" Violet grabbed the
man's sleeve and bit her lip stubbornly.
Stanley chuckled, "Yes, yes, yes, then don't cry out for him."
Violet didn't speak anymore, and her body started to tremble.
Stanley sensed that she wasn't actually as cold as she said about Eason's death.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have shed a tear.
She was sad and heartbroken by Eason's death.
Steven nodded.
Violet closed her eyes, tears unconsciously flew out, "When?"
"Ten minutes ago, after he ended the call from the police station." Steven sobbed.
Violet nodded, "I'll be right over."
"Okay." Steven responded.
Putting down her phone, Violet lowered her head and curled her entire body into the seat, silently
shedding tears.
Stanley unbuckled the seat belt on his body and also unbuckled the seat belt on her, scooped her up
and held her into his arms, "Cry out if you want to."
"No, I'm not going to cry out, | hate him so much, why should | cry out for him?" Violet grabbed the
man's sleeve and bit her lip stubbornly.
Stanley chuckled, "Yes, yes, yes, then don't cry out for him."
Violet didn't speak anymore, and her body started to tremble.
Stanley sensed that she wasn't actually as cold as she said about Eason's death.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have shed a tear.
She was sad and heartbroken by Eason's death.
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