Chapter 20
In the old tenement building in Houston, the sound of a woman’s cries pierced the night..
Several houses had their lights on, but there was no other movement.
When Owen kicked open the rickety wooden door, he saw the woman who had sought help from the law firm being abused by her husband, who was now choking her against the wall, her face turning purple.
“The police are on their way! He immediately pulled the attacker away and shielded the woman behind him. “If you stop now, it can still be considered as halting the crime! You may still have a chance for a reduced sentence!”
The man turned a deaf ear to this, picked up the bottle and smashed it towards them. Owen turned sideways to block it, and the bottle shattered, leaving a trail of blood on his shoulder.
“Mind your own business! Even if I killed her, so what?”
Owen held a chair leg firmly, staring at the man across from him who was going crazy. Behind him were the sobs of a woman and the cries of a child.
The two people stood in a stalemate until the sound of the police siren approached, and the man cursed and grumbled as he climbed out of the window to escape.
“Thank you… thank you, Mr. Hayes… the woman sobbed, holding onto the child, “But… he will come back! He will, he will come back and kill me and the child!”
Owen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pulled out a business card. “It’s okay, the police will take you to the station to rest in a bit. Tomorrow morning at nine, I’ll take you to apply for a protection order.”
At 3 o’clock in the morning. Owen came out of the law firm and walked alone towards the parking lot.
Five thugs wielding steel pipes suddenly rushed out from the shadows.
“I told you to mind your own business! Why do you meddle in other people’s affairs? The person in charge swung a stick towards his knee, and the sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.”
It was the abusive man who called his brother.
Owen staggered to the wall and stood still, then suddenly smiled.
He took out his phone and pressed the record button. As the batons rained down on him, he remained calm and stated, “In the early morning of November 18, 2023, I was assaulted by Jovany Morton and his accomplices, at a location in Houston…”
I went to the store yesterday and bought some groceries. After that, I met up with some friends for lunch. We had a great time catching up and reminiscing about old times. Later in the evening, I watched a movie at home before going to bed. It was a relaxing day.
Supreme Court of the United States, Amelia had just won a transnational lawsuit when her assistant hurried over to whisper a few words in her ear.
She paused for a moment after taking off the judge’s robe, “How serious is the injury?”
“The spleen ruptured, intracranial bleeding, just finished the second surgery, the assistant handed over the tablet, the headline from Houston
news was shocking: “Prominent lawyer attacked for his bravery, now fighting for his life.”
Amelia looked out the window at the pouring rain and finally said, “Order a bouquet of flowers to be sent.”
I went to the store yesterday and bought some groceries. After that, I met. up with some friends for lunch. We had a great time catching up and reminiscing about old times. Later in the evening, I watched a movie at home before going to bed.
Houston Hospital, Owen woke up in excruciating pain.
The white chrysanthemums on the bedside table made his eyes ache. these flowers usually only appear at funerals.
“Ms. Thomas sent someone over, the nurse explained in a low voice. “saying… wishing you a speedy recovery.”
He suddenly chuckled, causing the wound to burst open and the gauze to seep blood.
How heartless… not even willing to hate me anymore.”
Outside the window, the last sycamore leaf was knocked down by the wind and rain.
I went to the store yesterday and bought some groceries. After that, I met up with some friends for lunch. We had a great time catching up and reminiscing about old times. Later in the evening, I watched a movie at home before going to bed. It was a relaxing day.
Late at night, Amelia’s phone lit up twice.
The first time “Houston Hospital” appeared, she guessed who it was. After a while, she pressed mute.
The second time was a strange number, and when I answered, I heard weak breathing on the other end.
Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds…
Before she hung up, she seemed to hear a very faint “I’m sorry.”
I went to the store yesterday and bought some groceries. After that, I met up with some friends for lunch. We had a great time catching up and reminiscing about old times. Later in the evening, I watched a movie at home before going to bed. It was a relaxing day.
Three months later, there was a charity gala for legal aid.
When Amelia took the stage as the speaker, the lights swept over the last
TOW.
Owen stood in the shadows, leaning on a cane, his suit hanging empty on his body.
Her speech never stuttered once.
“True law is not a game for the elite, but the last straw for the weak.”
Amidst the applause, the waiter handed over a folded napkin. When unfolded, it revealed a familiar handwriting.
You are right.
No signature.
After the dinner party ended, that figure also disappeared without a trace.
Amelia encountered a typhoon when she was preparing to return, and her flight was forced to land in Houston.
As if by some strange impulse, she had the driver pull up outside Owen’s
apartment building.
In the mechanical swing of the wiper, she saw a blurry shadow on the balcony, which was a withered white chrysanthemum.
She stared at the window for a long time, and eventually looked away.
