Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Beautiful Victory
Back then, she was afraid of being recorded, so she called a friend, arranged to meet face-to-face, and discussed it. This matter was personally handled for her by her friend abroad.
As for the invoice, it is definitely real. Why is it a real invoice? This secret is known only to herself.
"BIUBIU..."
An Apple X in Silas Joyce’s hand emitted the sound of a little boy playing with a gun.
This sound might be unfamiliar to others, but to Bella Young, it was so familiar that upon hearing it, she felt uncomfortable and her face turned pale.
Bella Young started to panic inside, wondering how Silas Joyce could have the sound of Franklin Young playing with a gun at home? Is Silas Joyce a ghost? Can he record what’s happening in her home?
Ivana Monroe listened and instantly recalled, isn’t this Bella Young’s son... Franklin Young’s voice? He is playing so energetically, this sound doesn’t resemble that of a hospitalized patient, and Bella Young’s lies are exposed without a fight.
From start to finish, Ivana Monroe never believed Bella Young. Timmy is only six years old, could a slap from him really fracture Franklin Young’s face? Unless the bones in Franklin Young’s face are made of paper.
Facing the judge’s doubts, Silas Joyce said, "I know everyone has questions. Please listen to this recording, I will clarify afterward."
In the Apple X, after the little boy crazily went "BIU" for a while, he excitedly said, "Grandma, Grandma, this gun is too cool, I want it."
Old Madam Young sat in the audience seats below, and when she heard her beloved grandson’s words, her old face flashed with panic.
Next, the Apple X emitted Old Madam Young’s own voice.
Old Madam Young lovingly laughed, "Sure, as long as my Franklin likes it, Grandma will buy it for you. What else does Franklin like? Go pick a few more."
"Franklin, look, that’s your favorite basketball. Shall we buy it and play at home?"
Franklin Young ran over, picked up the basketball, dribbled it a few times on the ground, and approached Old Madam Young.
"No, no, playing basketball at home is boring. Grandma, take me to the basketball court."
"That won’t do! Franklin forgot? This time Grandma made an exception to bring you out, Franklin must pretend to be sick at home! Once we win the lawsuit, Grandma will take you to the basketball court."
Franklin Young did not compromise and started to fuss on the phone.
The judge and everyone else listened till here, and basically understood that the little boy in the phone was Franklin Young.
So it was feigning illness!
The judge’s stern face did not show any surprise; sitting in this position, he had seen too many reversals and the ugliness of humanity.
Bella Young suddenly turned her head to look at Old Madam Young in the audience seat, her eyes flashed with disgust and hatred—this damn old woman, it’s all because she spoiled Franklin Young, refused to let him be sent abroad, and told her repeatedly not to let Franklin Young leave home, yet the damn old woman still took Franklin Young out.
Now the evidence is in someone else’s hands, is the damn old woman happy?
Bella Young was seething, if it weren’t for Old Madam Young screwing things up, she would have won the case by now.
Old Madam Young felt someone glaring at her and looked up; it was Bella Young. She glared back fiercely, thinking, what’s wrong with taking Franklin out? It’s because Bella Young, as a mother, failed to do her part; leaving the child at home, not knowing to buy some toys for Franklin, only knowing how to go out to meet her girlfriends and shop recklessly in malls.
Bella Young hated Old Madam Young’s overbearing demeanor and didn’t want to continue glaring at her. She turned to Silas Joyce and said, "I don’t know where you got this recording, but it’s definitely not my Franklin. My Franklin has been in a foreign hospital until now."
Silas Joyce sneered, not arguing with Bella Young, his fingers slid across the Apple X, opened a video, didn’t click play, and raised the phone to the judge: "Your Honor, here’s a video of the plaintiff’s injured child in a toy store dated September 23rd, five days after being hit. If I’m correct, the plaintiff just said the injured child is currently in a foreign hospital. May I ask, how could he, five days injured, be in a domestic toy store at that time? Moreover, the injured child in the video shows no signs of injury."
"Your Honor, please take a look."
Silas Joyce offered the evidence to the judge.
Old Madam Young tensed up, her heart pounding frantically, but she continued to find excuses for herself, refusing to admit it was due to her mistake.
Bella Young was so angry she almost spit blood, her chest heaving violently. How did she forget that toy stores have cameras? It’s all the damned fault of Old Madam Young; having such a big handle held against her, even if she wanted to deny it, the judge would never believe her in the face of factual evidence.
After watching the video, the judge raised his head and asked the plaintiff’s lawyer, "Does the plaintiff have any evidence to supplement?"
The plaintiff’s lawyer shrugged, "Honorable judge, all my evidence has been submitted, nothing to supplement."
"Your Honor, I have more to supplement." Silas Joyce took out another file, handed it to the judge; it contained a photograph of a little boy with a broken face, run over by a car, his face covered in blood, looking miserable. This child’s ID showed "Franklin Young," and the foreign hospital he was in happened to be where Bella Young’s Franklin was.
The issued hospital certificates and invoices were exactly the same as those in Bella Young’s hands.
The truth came so suddenly, catching Bella Young off guard.
The judge ruled against Bella Young, and Silas Joyce seized the moment to sue Bella Young for extortion.
The judge announced adjournment, trial to be scheduled later.
Defeated, Bella Young’s face was ashen, like a stray dog.
Ivana Monroe won the case and didn’t have to pay Bella Young any fees; she looked gratefully at Silas Joyce.
"Senior Joyce, thank you."
"What’s there to thank? Don’t forget, I’m a lawyer, it’s my duty." Silas Joyce smiled gently at Ivana Monroe.
Bella Young’s cold laughter was jarring in the courtroom; she hated Ivana Monroe to death, sneeringly said, "Calling him so intimately, Senior Joyce, Ivana Monroe, did you take off in broad daylight, sneaked into Silas Joyce’s bed, so he fought the case for you so vigorously?"
Upon hearing Bella Young insult Ivana Monroe, Silas Joyce’s face immediately darkened, "This is a courtroom; without factual basis, you fabricate insults against Ivana Monroe—I can sue you for slander."
Bella Young laughed, "Silas Joyce, you’re already suing me for extortion; do you think I care about an additional slander charge?"
Silas Joyce said coldly, "Don’t care, huh? Fine, I originally planned to offer you a chance to apologize and reconcile with Ivana Monroe; now it seems unnecessary. I’ll wait for you to be sentenced and then proudly appear in the Ravenswood Evening News."
Bella Young’s face changed several times; reconcile? Ivana Monroe willing to accept her apology and reconcile?
No, impossible, no way Ivana Monroe would be willing to reconcile; Silas Joyce must be deceiving her.
Suddenly, a slap landed on Bella Young’s face, leaving her stunned; she saw Old Madam Young’s ferocious old face.