Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 23 I Wish You Two a Hundred Years of Happiness A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the people in the audience gasped. Very few would directly admit their crimes even though they were real murderers. Nore's eyes were full of shock. Why did she say that? The judge was also surprised. "The defendant, this is in court. You have to be responsible for what you say." Lyra looked straight into the judge's eyes. Since Alma wanted to kill him, perhaps only in this way could Hank really let the Jones family go! "Your Honor, what I said is the truth. I hate Alma, and I want her to die!" "Lyra! Are you crazy?" Nore shouted in despair. He stood up from the audience and was about to rush to Lyra! The judge picked up the gavel in his hand. "Silence!" The staff who were maintaining the discipline directly brought Nore out. Silence returned to the front of the court once again. The judge looked at Lyra who was standing on the dock. He looked at Hank and asked again in a low voice, "Defendant, are you sure your motive at that time was to kill her?" Mr. Williams stood up anxiously and wanted to explain, but was interrupted by the judge. "Let the defendant speak on her own." Lyra looked at Alma and saw ecstasy in her eyes. Did she feel that she could take her down? On the other hand, Hank was frowning as if he was worried about her. How laughable. "Yes, I admit that I want to kill her," Lyra repeated what she said. Her face was determined. Obviously, she did not need anyone to defend her anymore. Even the lawyer wiped his sweat and felt sorry for her. After the court trial ended, someone escorted Lyra away. When she passed by the two people sitting at the side seats, she stopped. Her straight backbone supported her entire pride. Her gaze fell on the pair of red jade pendants on Hank and Alma's necks, and the corners of her mouth curled into a deep smile. "I wish you two a hundred years of happiness." After she finished speaking, her figure gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared from the entrance of the court. Hank's gaze followed her closely, feeling uncomfortable in his heart. She... actually confessed like this. When Alma saw Hank looking at the door like this, she held his hand and shook it. She said coquettishly, "Hank, what are you looking at? Lyra is really too vicious. I didn't expect that she actually wanted to kill me from the beginning!..." When Hank heard her voice, a faint disgust rose in his heart. It was not like she had never seen that surveillance video before. Pulling his hand out from Alma's hand, Hank stood up. "Let's go home."