Criminal trial

The biological daughter of the Michell family, Harley Michell, came to the prison to smugly tell me she had been accepted into an Ivy League school. Her mother, Hannah Michell, told her with disgust to stay away from a “cheating murderer” like me. What they didn’t know was that at today’s trial, I would undergo memory extraction judgment conducted by my brother, Judge Austin Michell. And my memories contained evidence of Harley asking me to take exams for her, as well as proof of her murder. ***** Harley came to the prison to gloat about her acceptance into an Ivy League school. However, her grades were completely fabricated, obtained by threatening me to cheat for her by taking the SAT in her place. Hannah stood beside her, her face full of disgust, coldly warning her daughter to stay away from this “murderer.” When Harley went missing years ago, it was Hannah who ran to the adoption agency, crying and begging me to be her daughter, promising that no matter what happened in the future, she would always protect me and treat me as her own flesh and blood. They had no idea that in today’s trial, Austin would subject me to memory extraction judgment, declaring to the world that I not only cheated but also killed Evelyn Harris, his fiancée. This new high-tech procedure could convert a person’s true memories into visual images through brain waves and other advanced technology, used exclusively for murderers. The irony was that the real murderer was Harley!

I dragged myself into the courtroom, weighed down by heavy chains, my figure thin and hunched. The room was filled with people I knew. Former classmates of three years viciously called me a murderer, throwing things at me. The court staff deliberately ignored this until the judge ordered silence, and only then did they reluctantly intervene. Austin stood before me, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust and hatred. I wiped away whatever had been thrown at me from my face and gave him a cold smile. “Austin, I don’t think Harley knows what you’re about to do.” As a murderer, I had no right to privacy. My memories would be extracted and broadcast live to the world. If Harley knew, she would threaten suicide to stop this. After all, my memories contained records of her bullying others and killing to silence witnesses after being caught cheating! Austin looked at me with contempt. “Harley is so kind. She has always treated you like family, yet still refuses to believe you killed my fiancée. She just got accepted into an Ivy League school. This is my gift to her.” In his eyes, Harley was perfect, too kind to even allow the possibility of being falsely accused. She never resented me for intruding into her life as an adopted daughter, even going out of her way to please and protect me. While I supposedly targeted her at every turn, even trying to harm her. He hoped this high-tech procedure would show Harley my “true nature” so she would stay away from me for good. Though he had made himself perfectly clear, I couldn’t help but ask, “Austin, may I ask you one last question? In all the time we’ve known each other, did you ever truly see me as your sister? Did you ever truly consider me family?” He was silent for a few seconds, then answered coldly, “Never. And I regret not stopping mom when she adopted you.” His answer was what I expected, yet my heart still ached unbearably, as if someone were repeatedly twisting a knife inside it, violently tearing it to pieces. I staggered slightly. Hannah suddenly rushed forward and pushed me away, her voice filled with undisguised disgust. “Murderer! Touch my son and I’ll kill you!” I said sadly, “Mom, I didn’t…” “Don’t call me mom!” she roared. “Back then I was desperate to find my daughter, and I was fooled into bringing home a murderous monster like you. I regret it so much!” These words were the final straw, pushing me from the edge of the cliff into an endless dark abyss.I closed my eyes, my nails almost digging into my flesh, my lower lip bitten until it bled. The intense pain brought me back to clarity somewhat. All these ten years, I was the only one who considered them family. If they truly saw me as family, they wouldn’t have distrusted me, wouldn’t have expelled me from Ficroch after Harley returned, and forbidden me from ever going back.I suddenly burst into laughter. “Since you’re so eager to see my memories, I’ll let you see your fill. “But just looking at my memories of ‘killing to cover up being caught cheating’ seems rather shallow. Don’t you think I’m evil to my core? “I also bullied classmates, stole valuable things from my mother, seduced men, and even beat my father while he was bedridden. That’s the kind of evil person I am.” Hannah and Austin looked at me with even more contempt. Austin’s voice was ice-cold. “I didn’t expect you to have any self-awareness.” I continued smiling and said, “If that’s the case, then let everyone judge all my ‘sins’ together.” The tribunal allowed spectators, and my words stunned the hundreds of attendees. The tribunal had tried many criminals, but only I had made such a strange request. Austin frowned. “Lydia, what trick are you trying to pull?” “Demon, don’t you dare hurt our family anymore!” Hannah lunged forward and grabbed my throat. My veins bulged as she choked me, but my smile only grew brighter. I said, “Cough, cough, what trick could I possibly play? I know my sins are grave, and I’m just asking for all my crimes to be judged together. Is that not allowed?” I thought to myself, “Since you’re so eager to see my ‘sins,’ look carefully. Let’s see who truly bears the weight of sin!” Judge Gael Walker signaled staff to pull Hannah away, then after an urgent discussion, finally decided to judge all charges together. I was fitted with the memory extraction machine, completely enveloped by the pungent smell of chemicals and the cold touch of metal. I thought, “Harley, now let everyone see what kind of person you really are!” I slowly closed my eyes, and the large screen behind me began broadcasting my memories.

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