88. TRIAL 2

~ASH

“My Lord. The prosecutor questions are relevant to the case, but we have a theory to prove to the world that my client did not, push his brother into the pool.”

The judge motioned for him to go on, and the prosecutor glared at me as he took his seat.

I was dead sure what bastard was on Richard's payroll.

“My Lord, from my investigation, it actually turned out that the wooden railings that was supposed to provide protection against the cliff end was tampered with. Here, if you look into the zoomed part of the image, you'll see a clean slive between this point and this point. The railings were compromised, my Lord, it was a set up against the brothers,” he said, the projection of the wooden railings large and bold for everyone to see.

My lawyer continued to speak.

“Also, when Mr. Ash was arrested, it was reported that he had blisters on his hands. Fresh, bleeding blisters on his palm. Which could only mean one thing, he held on to the decorative ropes on the side of