On the day the court case opened in Stellerton, it was a bright sunny day.
Over the past few days, there were several heavy snowfalls, and the cold wind pierced the bones with pain. But today, it cleared up, as if foreshadowing a good omen.
Cecilia Vaughn had worries on her mind and couldn't sleep at all. She was awake almost at five or six in the morning and kept tossing and turning.
Adrian Law was also a light sleeper. Sensing the unease in his wife's heart, he silently reached out his hand and embraced her in his arms.
The man tightened his grip on her hand.
"Cecilia, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Many things had already found key witnesses and evidence, making the probability of overturning Cecilia Vaughn's case almost certain.
Cecilia raised her head silently. Her eyes, bright like autumn water, contained so much, and in that instant when their eyes met, Adrian suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for her.
