When Freda walked out of the court, no reporters were waiting outside.
They must have been taken away.
A lonely figure leaned against a pillar at the gate of the court.
Feeling that the man looked familiar, Freda walked over and found that he was indeed an acquaintance: Rob.
"Didn't you say that you wouldn't come?"
Rob looked up at Freda and found that his eyes were a little red.
"What's wrong?" Freda was a little surprised. After all, rob had been very angry since it happened, so she thought he didn't care about it at all.
"... I'm fine."
"Your tears are still on your face."
Thinking of his crying, Rob lowered his hat and tried to run away.
"Stop!"
Freda glanced at Zed Smith.
"Husband, look at your brother. He is so depressed. How about we go and play for a while?"