For six years, the audio recordings of the two plotting to harm people were played one after another, and Michael Smith's vicious and meticulous voice echoed in the courtroom, causing the jury to be shocked and sigh.
I had not listened to the audio in advance.
Hearing Michael Smith and Jennifer Miller say that they wanted to find a way to create an accident to rationalize my blindness at this time, I immediately thought of my previous guess.
Then, I heard Jennifer Miller ask him: "What if it's not well controlled and she dies?"
I held my breath, and I heard Michael Smith replied: "Then we can only blame her for having a bad fate, she deserves to die, don't worry, I won't let her die so easily, we'll have a good life in the second half of her life, relying on her money."
The shocked sighs of the jury suddenly reached its peak.
I stared at Michael Smith coldly, and suddenly thought of the day I had the car accident.
I remember very clearly that that day was a weekend.
Because my eyes were always uncomfortable, it had reached the point of affecting my work, so I specifically asked Michael Smith to accompany me to the hospital.
At that time, Michael Smith's emotions were a little wrong after hearing about it.
He was obviously much more anxious.
But I didn't pay attention at all because I was too uncomfortable.
On the way to the hospital, he first bought a bottle of water and came back, and then told me that his friend had called him, and he had a temporary urgent matter to deal with, asking me if I could accompany him for a trip first.
I saw that he was in a hurry, and my eyes had been dragging on for more than a day or two, so I agreed.
Then, he took me to an old district.
The planning of the old district was very poor, and parking spaces were very tight. After the two of us finally found a parking space, he took me to walk to his friend.
I remember, his friend lived very remotely, and he took me across many roads.
It was on the last road that I had the accident.
At the time, it was a few seconds before the green light turned red.
Michael Smith was pulling me to quickly cross the road with the crowd.
I didn't know who was walking in a hurry, and when the traffic started quickly, tripped me.
Then I was squeezed again.
With these two times, I bumped into a car.
The car didn't drive fast because of the crowd, but it was enough to knock me out.
Since then, my eyes have completely lost their sight.
Looking back now, the person who tripped and squeezed me was clearly Michael Smith.
Sure enough, as I was pondering, another audio played.
Inside, it was Michael Smith's nervous voice talking to Jennifer Miller about this matter after the fact.
The final truth was suddenly revealed in this way in front of so many people.
I sat on the plaintiff's seat, and all the relief I had accumulated from repeatedly retaliating against Michael Smith in these days suddenly turned into the relief of surviving a disaster.
In this abyss, fortunately, God left me a way to survive. Did not let me die in that car accident.
Fortunately, God let me fall in the bathtub.
Didn't let me continue to be blind in my eyes and heart.
Otherwise, I really couldn't imagine what I would become in such a life.
And whether I would be forgotten, in that prison built by two demons, until death.
Raising my eyes, I gratefully looked at the man sitting in the jury.
Under the bright light, he was specially dressed today.
With sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a tall and jade-like figure.
Yet it seemed so solemn, so solemn.
As if to accompany me to see off that past life, and welcome the new life.
Taking out my phone, I opened WeChat and carefully typed a paragraph for him.
I said: "David Wilson, thank you, thank you for giving me a beam of light when I was in the endless night, letting me have the courage to face the sun and be born again when I was on the verge of withering."
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the phone. His eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly looked up at me.
Across the crowd, across the noise, he slowly curved a smile of extreme tenderness at me.
And then, after a long time, he replied to my WeChat message.
He said: "I said, Sophia Davis, you don't need to thank me, helping you, I am willing, and I am extremely pleased."