Rewriting My Heart's Fate

I felt a collective power of justice converging for the first time at the law firm.

The lawyers were professional and meticulous, carefully reviewing each piece of evidence and formulating a detailed action plan.

"He's currently incarcerated. With the additional evidence we have in hand, he could be sentenced to life imprisonment. But if we could find proof of murder, he could face the death penalty," one senior attorney said, adjusting his glasses and analyzing the situation with

sharp focus.

Each of his words struck my heart like a hammer, filling me with both excitement and urgency.

"Evidence of murder..." I murmured, replaying memories of my mother's life in my mind, trying to catch any possible clues that might have been overlooked.

Suddenly, a vague memory flickered through my mind.

It was a late night when I vaguely heard my mother arguing with someone in her room, followed by a dull thud of something heavy hitting the ground.

But after that night, she never mentioned it again, though her eyes held a sadness that was difficult to articulate.

"Yes, evidence of murder is crucial."

looked up at the team of lawyers with determination shining

that could

lawyers nodded, expressing their

a covert investigation, ensuring witness safety, and maximizing the exposure of Jack's

the time

and anxiety while I was walking

the lawyers. They decided to proceed with the lawsuit first, with the evidence to be

months to work with

the legal

my final visit. I wanted Jack

with my arrival, letting out a

such an ungrateful child. Do you think you can bite back now that

the

hatred. "Jack, you're mistaken. This isn't revenge. I'm speaking out for justice for my mother and for all the innocent people you've

the death penalty, that depends on whether you're willing to face all the sins you've committed, including those you

he quickly regained his