"Explain your presence at the scene."
"She was comforting me!"
"Explain the fifty million yuan you stand to inherit."
"I didn't want her money! I wanted HER!"
The prosecutor stepped back, his expression one of satisfied pity. "No further questions, Your Honor."
Shuyin was led back to the defense table, her whole body shaking. She had failed. She knew she had failed. She sounded exactly like what they wanted her to sound, desperate, unhinged, guilty.
Zhou Mei tried to salvage something in her closing argument. She emphasized the lack of direct evidence. The suspicious timing of the family's departure. The convenient appearance of the poison vial. The rushed nature of the trial itself.
