A few days later, Talia's final hearing arrived.
Violet and Stanley went to the scene.
Steven didn't go and stayed in the ward with Eason.
He had his tablet in his hand and was watching the trial live for Eason.
Eason stared at the video. Seeing the haggard Talia who seemed to have aged by dozens of years all of a sudden, he laughed unusually freely.
On the spot, Violet didn't expect Talia to become so wretched in just a few days.
When she was arrested, Talia was still exquisitely dressed, but now, in a prison uniform, handcuffed and shackled, her hair was all cut short, and the hair left grew gray.
Surely with great sorrow, one aged rapidly.
On the stage, the judge was reading out the crimes committed by Talia.
Talia was escorted by two female bailiffs and stood in the middle of the courtroom, her head deeply bowed and her body still trembling slightly, obviously terrified of her next trial.
Violet sighed, "If she had known it, why would she have done it in the first place?"
Stanley didn't say anything, and there was nothing to say, Talia deserved it for falling to this point.
He was thinking that in a few days, in Sam's final trial, Sam would also be like Talia at the moment, shaking in fear, right?
As the minutes passed, Talia's trial ended under the judge's gavel.
Because of the overwhelming evidence and the intervention of the Pearce family, Talia was unsurprisingly sentenced to death.
The moment she learned of her death sentence, Talia sat on the ground, dumbfounded.
Violet gave her a cool look, didn't linger, but left the courtroom with Stanley.
Outside the courthouse, she looked up at the sky.
When she came in the morning, the sky was still grey, but at this moment, it was extraordinarily bright, because Talia had been sentenced.
Violet took a deep breath and a tear of joy slid down from the corner of her eye, "Mom, I avenged you, Talia has been sentenced."
When Stanley heard that, he patted her back gently, "Your mom will be happy if she knows."
"Well, I want to go see mom." Violet said, sobbing.
"Okay." Stanley nodded his agreement.
The two went to a nearby florist, bought a bouquet of flowers and drove to the cemetery.
When they arrived at the cemetery, Violet didn't let Stanley accompany her and went in by herself.
Because there was something she wanted to talk to her mom about alone.
Stanley knew that, so he sat in the car and waited.
After about an hour, Violet came out.
She stood a short distance away and waved and smiled at him.
Stanley could see that she had become much more relaxed now, and that worry between her brows had disappeared, changing back to the carefree look she had before they were married.
Ever since Lily's death, there had been a faint touch of melancholy between her brows.
It wasn't just the melancholy over Lily's death, but also the suspicion of her death.
Now that Talia was sentenced, she had avenged Lily, and so her melancholy had only finally dissipated.
Stanley rolled down the window and waved his hand at Violet as well, "Come on, let's go."
"Coming." Violet nodded and quickened her pace, trotting to the car.
Stanley leaned in and opened the passenger door for her.
Violet sat up, "I kept you waiting long."
"It is ok." Stanley shook his head, then thought of something and pointed to the back, "Look."
"What?" Violet froze slightly, and then turned her head to the back seat, her mouth opened wide in surprise, "Why are there so many flowers?"
The back seat was covered with red roses, and at a glance, it was bright red and beautiful.
Stanley's thin lips curled up slightly, "This is for you."
Violet looked at him, "Why are you suddenly sending me flowers?"
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