She's Kind-Hearted

Prince sat down on the trial while listening to a murder defendant. Bryce said he's on the other auditorium, and both of them were working well. Along with their work as prosecutors, Prince had taken enough time to gather evidence to prove that his father's sentence was wrong.

It took years to finally finish law school, and even though Prince had to make sure an experienced attorney had to handle his father's case, he still had to help in collecting evidences. His mind fleeted to the drive he had to find after Tim and his wife stepped down on the administration.

Right after the elections, they hid like a ghost. Living like they're a normal citizen.

Still, Prince had to file an appeal case, even though the win rate is too low. He had to hold on with it until the freedom is granted. He wouldn't stop until his father get out of the prison, innocent, as if the life he had led inside the penitentiary state had all gone.

"I didn't kill her with intention of suffocating her to death."

"But you still killed her, Mr. Roy. You stabbed her multiple times in the abdomen and suffocated her after you threw the knife on the corner, splattering blood everywhere on the floor. If this isn't murder, what kind of charge we would put at the top of your head?"

Rob has a knack to trip them with guilt. The defendant has the highest degree of murder. He lied about being drunk, that's why he killed his wife. What kind of husband would get home drunk and stabbed her wife who's serving her with food late at night?

"A psychopath," Prince muttered. He's no different at all, if he had to make up to the murder he had done weeks ago. Prince shrugged it off and knew it he had a reason to do so.

He looked at the defense counsel's side, and he's at ease. Checking every paper of the evidences, and afraid he's going to lose over the prosecutor's deal. Prince and Rob had made it so well no one can topple them over.

They had been partners for 4 years, ever since Prince had come to the office as a rookie.

No one can actually beat them up unless it's Avery De Leon. She had a knack to turn the evidences as wrong as they could be. Prince had to win only one case, and it's all solved. That's when… Avery and him started to fake their love…

"Let me go, Mr. Prosecutor. I don't have the intention to kill my wife. It's a slip of mind." The defendant was oppressed, knowing he's on the corner, and there's no way out. It was a matter of time before they finally close the verdict to the judge, and let the lawyer blabbered nonsense in the second talk.

As Mr. Rob turned to the head judge, he assured, "Your Honor, I don't have any proceeding questions anymore."

The judge allowed him to go back to the seat while the defendant is guided back beside his lawyer. It's Prince's turn. He had to present evidence after evidence, proving he's now a professional prosecutor who can handle his own.

He showed the paper to the judge, announcing, "The paper I'm holding is one of the investigation file during the lie-detector test and psychological examination."

Prince gave it to the woman in front of him. They showed it to the file on a clipboard, and let it project to the people watching inside the court. Prince clasped his hands together, letting the robes hid his wrists.

"I'd like to call on the psychiatrist who tested Mr. Roy. We have to take a look to his health condition before we come up with a verdict."

…

Prince was left alone in the hallway. He held the files close to his chest.

When he's about to turn a corner, Mr. Ron ran up, catching his pace. His robes flew at his back, and when he finally approached Prince, he blew out a sigh. Prince couldn't help but to smile. Right now, he has done everything successfully, and has proven himself how good a prosecutor he could be.

Prince had to know it was part of his job, but it's fulfilling to see a defendant repenting their mistakes towards the prison. Their sentences might be added if they become stubborn and let their boastful behaviors take over their moralities.

"Hello, Mr. Rob. You have done a very great job," Prince praised.

Rob wagged his hands, and shook his head, saying, "I'm so proud of you, Prince. In order to win this case, we have to prove his health condition and how it abetted his murder to his wife. It was fulfilling to finally see someone regretting their mistake. It's enough to let our minds at rest for a while."

Prince smiled. Rob is one of the most trustworthy persons he had to get along.

In order to prove Rob's loyalty to him, he asked, "Mr. Rob. Do you care for a meeting later?"

Prince beamed wickedly. Rob raised his eyebrows. "I've got the news you have the leverage."

"Very well portrayed, Mr. Rob," Prince shrugged. Both of them lifted their chins, nodding at each other.

Rob turned side by side, knowing this part of the deal couldn't be known from the outside. It was enough to make money on being a prosecutor, but flipping the job upside down, it's getting a lot of stash lately. Rob just had to play it well.

"Meet me at my mansion, J. Hill St, same place. We have to show the Gomez and Fajardo what we're planning to do with her. Plus, I have to restrict some jobs, narrowing down to me and Bryce. I have to go on full details later, after work."

Prince tapped Rob's shoulder, and they separated ways. Rob smirked, admiring the kid he used to teach at. It was enough to prove he's a great mentor.

He disappeared right out of the Supreme Court, and onto the corridors towards the main offices.

…

Prince was listening to the sound of Aria's heavy breathing. He's having sushi rolls and a bit of rice as his lunch. While they're on break, he had to listen to find something odd.

He's been searching for weeks, but it's better to know what she's doing to make up the desired attitude he wanted to see.

Prince must have gone overboard on letting Bryce to investigate Aria. He failed to distance himself from the target, and Bryce got blinded by the recognition of Aria's good will towards him.

He's still regretting to delve and let Bryce took care of the other job.

If he was entitled to deal with them both, the game's over already. He doesn't have to do this at all, listening to her footsteps, to the words coming out of her lips, or to the kind statements she does.

Instead, he's forced to do it.

The office isn't silent anymore the moment he listened to Aria's words.

"Did you have lunch already?"

A muffled voice came up. It must be one of the gardeners.

"Have some lunch. Not getting enough food will make you retarded."

Aria's worried about her colleagues, when she doesn't know them very well, and they're mere strangers. No wonder she got swept off to the two men whose plotting to end her life.

"You know, when I was away from the city, I'd like take-out Chinese foods from the nearest restaurant. It's the only thing I afford. Sometimes, I don't even know how to order to a store, that's why the queue got too long."

She laughed. Prince bet the one who's conversing with her chuckle, too.

"I was wondering, 'What should I do when I'm not a city person? I don't even have proper sandals whose soles aren't worn off or even a cell phone I can scrape off my boredom.' But all these people around me have one. I wondered when's the time I can get to buy those."

Prince stopped from eating the rolls. He put down his chopsticks and dwell on his mind.