Chapter 21
Years later, a new statue was erected on the central lawn of Radren Law School.
It was a bronze sculpture of a female figure, with her eyes slightly downcast, holding a code in her left hand and reaching forward with her right hand, palm facing up, as if silently supporting some heavy belief.
There was a line of words engraved on the base.
“Justice never backs down.” – Prissie
On the day of the statue unveiling, Radren Law School was packed with people.
Reporters, students, colleagues from the legal profession, and even a few Supreme Court justices showed up.
“The special thing about this statue,” the dean introduced to the media, “is that the scales are not held in the hands of the figure, but cast into the base – because real justice never needs to be deliberately held high.”
Priscilla stood at the front of the crowd, wearing a simple black suit, no jewelry, just a small scale badge on
her chest.
A young student tiptoed and whispered to his friend, “Is that the legendary female lawyer? I heard she won an international environmental case and also pushed for the revision of the Anti-domestic Violence Law.” The companion nodded and whispered, “But I heard she used to have a thing with Angelo before…”
“Angelo? Hasn’t he already-”
“Shh!”
“Let it go, those things are long gone.
The discussion came to a sudden halt.
An old professor with white hair stood next to the statue, answering questions from reporters.
A reporter keenly caught the whisper just now and asked, “Is it true that Ms. Shepard and the late lawyer Angelo were once a golden duo in the legal world, and even had a marriage relationship?”
The old professor pushed his glasses and scanned the crowd, finally resting on Priscilla’s calm protile
“No,” he shook his head slowly, “she has always belonged to the law.”
Priscilla’s expression didn’t change at all, as if they were talking about a complete stranger to her
After the crowd dispersed, she stood alone in front of the statue, gently touching the cold inscription. As the sun set in the west, her shadow stretched long all the way to the gingko tree at the end of the lawn.
In a daze, she seemed to see a tall, thin figure standing under the tree, his black windbreaker blowing in the
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