Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 317: Chapter 317: Handkerchief

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Marcel Jefferson’s words were like a stone violently thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves!

Everyone was shocked by this turn of events, staring at Marcel in astonishment, not understanding why he suddenly targeted the witness!

Jade Carlson sneered at this familiar tactic. Now that Marcel was using it again, she found it especially absurd.

She leaned over slightly and whispered to Allen Rivera, “Should we object to the defense lawyer making baseless accusations against the witness?”

Allan furrowed his eyebrows and stared solemnly ahead, coldly responding, “How do you know the accusations are baseless?”

Jade was choked by his words, suppressed her anger, and sat back down.

What an ungrateful person!

She hated Allen’s smug attitude, as if he was above everything, so selfless!

Truly detestable!

On the other side, Robin Harper faced Marcel’s questioning with a mocking smirk on his face.

“What do you mean by this? I’m a witness. Are you implying that I’m the murderer?” Robin looked at Marcel arrogantly, “Mr. Lawyer, in court, you need to provide evidence before making any claims.”

“Ah, speaking of evidence, it just so happens that we have found a new piece of evidence.” Marcel lifted the sealed bag containing a handkerchief from the table, “We found a handkerchief in Delilah White’s closet, with the initials ‘QJ’ printed on it, exactly matching Mr. Robin Harper’s initials.”

Robin’s face suddenly turned pale, and then he shouted angrily, “This is slander! That handkerchief is not mine! Please don’t falsely accuse me!”

“It’s not yours?” Marcel looked innocent, “But… I just saw you wiping your glasses with a handkerchief that is exactly the same as the one I hold.”

“Impossible,” Robin retorted, “My handkerchief is custom-made, using West Indian sea island cotton, with mulberry silk edging, and is made of 100% pure natural fiber fabric. You can’t buy this outside! And I never leave my name on my handkerchiefs! Please, attorney, open your eyes and don’t try to frame me with a low-quality handkerchief you bought outside!”

Marcel appeared embarrassed, holding the sealed bag hesitantly, looking back and forth between the handkerchief and Robin, “This handkerchief… really isn’t yours?”

“No,” Robin firmly denied, “It might look similar, but it’s definitely not mine!”

With that, he sneered mockingly, “Besides, my handkerchief has signs of use. There’s a slight scratch on one corner from when I accidentally scratched it while cleaning my glasses. The one in the lawyer’s hand is probably freshly bought, and they didn’t even have time to remove the label, right?”

“Ah…” Marcel flipped the bag over, revealing a small, uncut label. He immediately slapped the back of his head in annoyance.

A few dissonant snickers came from the court hearing, and everyone thought Marcel was ridiculous.

Robin looked smug, taunting him, “If Mr. Lawyer really wants to help Second Young Master Graves get away with it, he should try harder. Instead of trying to frame me here, why not give me a few hundred thousand more dollars? If I’m in a good mood, I might be willing to take the blame.”

This was a blatant contempt of court.

There was a buzz of whispers in the courtroom, and the judge’s face darkened as he banged the gavel, “Defense lawyer…”

Marcel quickly explained before the judge could issue a warning, “I apologize, truly sorry! My assistant made a mistake just now. It should be this one, this is the right one??? ”

He took another sealed bag from Purple Summers, which also contained a handkerchief.

“West Indian sea island cotton, 100% pure natural fiber fabric… Hmm, there’s a slight scratch on one corner.” Marcel repeated Robin’s words from earlier and held the handkerchief up to his face, “If I remember correctly, you just said that this handkerchief is custom-made, and not available for sale outside. So can you explain why this handkerchief was found in Delilah White’s closet?”