NovelUpdateChapter 955: The moment those words landed, a wave of unease swept through the room. Several people craned their necks, eager or perhaps too afraid-to see what lay inside the bag.
Inside, daggers of varying sizes gleamed under the light, their edges sinister and sharp. Sblades still bore dried traces of blood, a chilling testament to recent violence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAndromache's eyes narrowed, the sharpness in her gaze cutting straight through the room before locking onto Leah.
Leah's fingers slowly curled into fists. Her eyes widened, her mind racing.
She clearly disposed of those items herself. How could they possibly resurface here? Her heart pounded frantically against her ribs, each beat louder than the last.
"Wilbur, can these items be admitted as evidence for attempted murder?" Waldo's voice broke the tense silence, calm but carrying an undeniable weight. "Take a closer look. Every one of these is a lethal weapon. Fortunately for Corrine, she has trained in self-defense since childhood and always knew to stay on guard. Otherwise, a fragile woman like her would have been slaughtered on the spot." Wilbur stood frozen, unable to respond immediately.
A fragile woman? Who in their right mind would believe that? The image of Corrine single-handedly taking down eight men, leaving them barely breathing, flashed through his mind.
That was no fragile woman. That was a force of nature.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe elderly woman, who had been wailing with theatrical flair only moments before, suddenly fell silent.
The blood drained from her face, leaving it ashen. “She was the one who struck first! She is the one who injured my son! How could this possibly be my son's attempted murder?" "Exactly!" someone else chimed in. “This was nothing more than a fight! How could you twist this into attempted murder?" ☐☐w right here: glno"What if all this so-called evidence was planted to frthem?" Another voice rose from the crowd.
With those words, the room, which had been simmering in tension, suddenly boiled over.
The elderly woman, her graying hair framing her face like a fraying halo, snorted sharply. "Officials like you always cover for each other. This entire thing reeks of fabrication!"
Waldo, unbothered by the outburst, calmly adjusted his glasses before reaching into his briefcase. With With om practiced ease, he drew out a document and extended it toward Brannon. "This is a fingerprint comparison report. The prints on those weapons were matched directly to the injured men. Have a look yourself."
Brannon hesitated for a brief moment before finally reaching for the report.
His eyes scanned the document, line by line. The fingerprints were a m perfect match. There was no denying it.
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