When the court reconvened, Oscar Smith's wife, Emily Lewis, sat next to the lawyer, holding her daughter Jenny.
Both mother and daughter had eyes red from crying as if they had been through a major ordeal.
Emily's gaunt face was clearly visible, with her hair disheveled at the temples and her lips a dull color, while her daughter clung tightly to her neck, the unease in her eyes heartbreakingly evident.
Their appearance was enough to stir sympathy in anyone.
The lawyer realized that Purple Summers was the sole defense attorney left, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. He scrutinized her always calm expression, unable to find any information, which left him feeling vaguely uneasy.
He knew that the president's daughter was a fine lawyer, but he was no less competent, with decades of experience and few losses to his name, and this case, in particular, seemed heavily to his advantage.
As long as he could persuade the jury to side with him, the case was as good as won.
