13

At the end of summer, I saw Michael Smith again after winning the divorce lawsuit.

That was at the court where he was sentenced.

For so long, his family has been helping him to work on me.

They refused to admit that they poisoned me, and also pushed the matter of him and Jennifer Miller on Jennifer Miller.

They said that Michael Smith had to act according to Jennifer Miller's wishes because Jennifer Miller had his weakness.

Relying on the fact that I couldn't see, they were wantonly turning black and white.

I didn't say anything, just went to see Jennifer Miller before Michael Smith's trial.

I told her all about it.

Jennifer Miller was a ruthless character. In order to prevent Michael Smith from being disobedient, she actually kept a lot of audio evidence.

She said that she originally wanted to use these things to force Michael Smith to protect her.

After all, she was pregnant.

Although the child was not Michael Smith's, it was enough to get her bail and have time to maneuver.

Now that Michael Smith was also inside, and he was so ruthless to her, leaving no room for her, then she might as well help me, even if it was to accumulate virtue for the child in her belly.

Redeem some sins.

Staring at my eyes, she smiled bitterly and regretfully, "I knew a long time ago that you were a ruthless character. The first time I saw you was when I went to Michael Smith's company to find him."

"At that time, you were holding a project team meeting. You stood there, full of energy, and your eyebrows were full of arrogance and ruthlessness. I knew at that time that you were not easy to provoke, and I advised Michael Smith many times, but he just didn't believe in evil."

"Congratulations, Sister Yiyi, your eyes have regained their brilliance."

With the evidence and "expectations" provided by Jennifer Miller, I attended the court.

Wearing a carefully styled hairstyle and makeup, I chose the most eye-catching clothes, stepped on high heels, and swaggered into the courtroom with a light step, sitting on the plaintiff's seat.

In the solemn courtroom, I watched as Michael Smith was brought to the defendant's seat and locked up.

With my eyes open, I blinked without blinking, looking at his disheveled and desolate appearance. When he was finally settled and looked at me with the eyes of grasping at a straw, I then blinked my eyes and showed him a cunning and flamboyant smile.

Extending two fingers, I pointed at my own eyes, then pointed at his eyes.

Supporting my chin with both hands, I tilted my head, waiting unhurriedly for the expression that would soon appear on his face.

Sure enough, after stiffening for nearly ten seconds.

He suddenly looked as if he had suddenly understood something, and stood up from the chair angrily.

Grabbing the microphone in front of him, his first reaction was to want to throw it at me.

His eyes were red, his face was ferocious, and he roared: "Sophia Davis, you can see, you could have seen a long time ago, right?!"

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, you despicable woman, did you deliberately set me up?!"

The vicious words came out of his mouth one after another.

The bailiffs quickly stepped forward and forcibly suppressed him.

But he was too angry, and he even started fighting with the bailiffs.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at the lawyer, and the lawyer immediately said: "According to Article 309 of the Criminal Law, in any of the following situations disrupting the order of the court, shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, detention, surveillance or a fine..."

Hearing that his current behavior might add to his crime, he suddenly stopped his movements.

The next moment, his eyes looking at me became even more fierce.

But he still retained a trace of reason and sat back in his seat obediently.

And then, when his lawyer was defending him, he changed his tone, and insisted that Jennifer Miller was the one who orchestrated the poisoning. He was threatened by her, so he had to cover for her.

He admitted he had an affair, but he was also a victim, forced to do so.

After saying that, he looked at me venomously and provocatively, with an expression that said he would kill me after he got out of prison.

I sneered, and in the line of sight that was fixed on me, I calmly submitted Jennifer Miller's evidence to the judge.