Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn)
Chapter 396

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 replace 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."

I looked up at the team of lawyers with determination shining in my eyes.

"I will try my best to look for evidence that could prove his murder. I won't overlook even the smallest clue."

The lawyers nodded, expressing their understanding and support.

We then discussed the next steps in detail, including conducting a covert investigation, ensuring witness safety, and maximizing the exposure of Jack's crimes within the legal framework.

The sun was setting by the time I left the law firm.

I felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety while I was walking home.

However, I got a response from the lawyers. They decided to proceed with the lawsuit first, with the evidence to be supplemented later.

We had three months to work with plenty of time.

Once the legal formalities were

taken care of, I made my way to the prison for what I hoped would be my final visit. I wanted Jack to confess the truth and to stop clinging to his delusions.

He seemed displeased with my arrival, letting out a cold laugh.

"I can't believe I raised such an ungrateful child. Do you think you can bite back now that I'm in prison? Are you expecting me to be

sanctioned to the death sentence?"

I met his gaze without flinching. It used to be a safe place for me in my childhood, but now they only showed indifference and 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 harmed. "You're in prison because of the crimes you've committed, not because of my 'biting back.'

"As for the death penalty, that depends on whether you're willing to face all the sins you've committed, including those you still hide."

His expression shifted slightly, but he quickly regained his dismissive demeanor.

"What do you think you might have discovered? Those so-called pieces of evidence are nothing more than irrelevant scraps, completely incapable of shaking my position."

Seeing his reaction was almost amusing. He couldn't possibly believe I had nothing to back me up.

"I have the Grayson family's support. Do you really think I can't uncover anything?"

His composure shattered at the mention of the Grayson family backing me, and he suddenly lunged toward me in a frantic rage, only to be restrained tightly.

"I should have let you end up like your mother-just another worthless woman everyone can trample on!"

His sudden words left me in shock. I didn't know what I had missed or what I had overlooked.