I had a nightmare.
In the nightmare, Jeff was cunning and treacherous, with a sharp tongue, pushing Spike into a desperate situation, and in the end, Spike couldn't even speak incoherently.
Spike's face turned pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down. He was staggering.
Kay and Ava sat in the audience, feeling relieved and vindicated.
Jeff took advantage of his victory and continued to ruthlessly question Spike.
Spike was pushed to the point of emotional breakdown, and he confessed.
Jeff loosened his tie and looked at Kay in the seat.
Their affectionate eyes met.
The judge found Spike guilty of aggravated assault and sentenced him to life in prison.
"Jeff, thank you," Kay said with red eyes. "I'm so grateful to you."
"Mr. Burke, thank you. My mom and I want to invite you to a meal," Ava said.
Jeff smiled and agreed.
At the same time, Spike jumped down from the roof.
The scream got stuck in my throat, and I opened my eyes abruptly, drenched in cold sweat.
It was a dream.
Fortunately, it was just a dream.
I found a lawyer who was more famous than Jeff. His name was Alban Castro, and he had arrived in Seattle and had met Spike.
He said he was very confident about this case.