After my daughter was hit and killed by a car driven by a fake heiress, my husband, who had never lost a case, stood in the defendant's seat. In court, he was dressed in a suit and tie, coldly refuting my arguments. "The plaintiff's child suddenly crossed the road; the responsibility does not lie with us, the defendants." I held my daughter's body, crying my heart out, feeling ten years older overnight, asking him why he wouldn't stand up for our daughter. He simply straightened his cufflinks, sprayed on cologne, and silently turned away. "Sui Sui, you can't let me wrong someone just because your own child died." "I'm a lawyer; I have my professional ethics!" As soon as it got dark, the perpetrator distributed a...
