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    Her voice cracked, and soon others joined in, their sobs filling the room.


    “My brother has to take care of our elderly mother and his six-year-old child. How can he manage with his arm broken?”


    “My grandson, who is still so young, is now disabled. He hasn’t even had a chance to get married.”


    The room erupted in emotional pleas, each voice louder than thest.


    “Mr. Stevens, since you know thew well, I have a question,” Corrine spoke calmly, her legs crossed and dressed in Nate’s jacket, exuding an air of confidence, as if she were in full control.


    “Go ahead,” Brannon replied, intrigued.


    Corrine slowly lifted her gaze, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “What does thew say about attempted murder?”


    “For intentional murder,” Brannon answered smoothly, as if reciting a well-known fact, “the punishment can range from the death penalty to life imprisonment, or at least ten years. For less severe cases, the sentence ranges from three to ten years. If the attempt is thwarted by circumstances beyond the criminal’s control, it’s considered attempted murder, and the sentence may be reduced.”


    A smirk crept onto his face. “Miss Hond, if you have any more questions, feel free to ask. I’ll be happy to answer.”


    At that moment, Andromache’s voice rang out,ced with venom. “Miss Hond, are you really nning to use them of attempted murder? That’s a serious charge. If they’re convicted, given their criminal backgrounds, they could be locked up for life.”


    She sighed dramatically, implying that if Corrine went ahead with the attempted murder charge, the injured men’s families would receive nothing in return.


    The elderly woman’s expression hardened, and with a deep breath, she stood tall, her voice rising.


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    “Attempted murder? You’re the one who beat my son so badly that he’s in the hospital! If anyone is guilty of attempted murder, it’s you! My son is unconscious and might not wake up. And instead of feeling remorse, you’re trying to shift the me onto us? How can someone as heartless as you even exist?”


    Nate’s eyes narrowed, his gaze searing into the old woman, silencing her in an instant.


    Brannon’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tension. “Are you using them of attempted murder? Do you have any proof? If not—”


    Nate looked up with a cold stare, his eyes icy, and said softly, “Saul.”


    “Yes, sir.” Saul had been gripping a long ck canvas bag ever since he stepped into the room. Without a word, he unzipped it and flung it onto the floor with a deliberate motion.


    A sharp metallic ng rang out—not particrly loud, yet somehow it pierced the air with unsettling rity. The sound sank into the bones of everyone present, sending an involuntary shudder rippling through the crowd.


    “The evidence you requested.” Saul’s voice was t, stripped of emotion.


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