Silas Jaxon was a police officer of about forty, with a stern expression and a sharp gaze, looking very upright.
From the gallery, Marcel Jefferson nudged Aria Jackson with his elbow, "Sis, one of your peers."
Aria Jackson glanced at him, "What's so strange about that? I've been to court to testify when lawyers need to cross-examine on some cases before."
Marcel Jefferson stifled a laugh, whispering, "Wonder if there'll come a day when you'll be up there getting grilled by her."
Aria Jackson was momentarily lost in thought upon hearing this.
In the past, when Suzanne Saunders was a prosecutor, that wouldn't have been possible. They had instead teamed up to grill someone else. As for the future...
Aria Jackson felt a warmth in her heart as she looked at Purple Summers standing straight and tall in the courtroom.
So good to see she's still here, still the same.
It was as if just standing there, she would shine.
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