Guilty
It took me hours to process everything that happened. I don't want to believe that this is real, but I knew if the evidences are real or not, I just have to confirm it before I conclude that I really failed to serve justice for the victim.
I need to further investigate these evidences, who put this on my desk? Who got these evidences? How? I need answers to my question before I felt like everything is my fault because the victim killed herself.
I knew that what happened to her is not my fault, I am not the suspect, I am not the one who traumatized her. But only if I gave her the justice she deserves, then she might be in a better situation right now.
"Dammit!" I exclaimed after calling my previous client for the second time, I need to talk to him once again. But him, not answering my calls right now, means something. "No, don't conclude anything first, Aczia Faith"
I tried to ignore my thoughts first, then I focused on my other cases. In all cases I handled, I won everything, but I never thought I will be this disappointed that I won my first ever case, which I shouldn't win at all.
When lunch time came, I immediately call my fiancée because I need to consult him as well.
"I just wanted to win the case and I don't want to put in jail someone who's innocent. It just happened that I defended the real suspect and freed him, which he doesn't deserve at all. It just happened that I got the tampered evidences and a paid person to act as a witness." I explained my side and I saw him nodding his head, understanding every word I said.
"And it's not your fault. It's not your fault that you got tampered CCTV footages and a con artist for a witness. What happened to the victim is not your fault when you are just doing what you have to do, that is to defend your clients based on the evidences you had and the statement you got, which is from the victim, accused and fake witness" he seriously stated while looking at me. He's wearing his reading glasses and his hair is perfectly waxed right now, he has a hearing to attend and I am glad he still has time to answer my call. "We'll further talk about the action we can do about this case, don't worry about anything first"
"But I failed doing what I should do. To serve justice" I sighed and lean on my chair.
"But that's what on your mind while defending your client, which you don't know was the real suspect. That's your goal and what you wanted to do, so you did your best to defend him, because you thought he is innocent. And again, you concluded that he was really innocent because of the evidences and the witness you got, which happened to be fake. And that's not your fault" he stated and moved closer to the camera. "Stop pouting, we'll find a way to find the real truth about this, okay? For now, the only fault you have here is easily believing the fake witness and the tampered evidences your team got to prove your client's innocence, and it's not entirely your fault as many people in that court believed those too" he added and that made me sighed.
At least, he didn't really disregard my shortcomings at this case and he made my mind calm, knowing that I am so guilty from what happened.
"Have your lunch first, babe. We'll brainstorm once we're home, we'll do everything to make an action plan for this case. But for now, have your lunch first. You need to eat as you have lots of meetings today, right?" I nodded and he smiled at me. "Get your lunch now, I will have my lunch too"
I let the time passed and I brought the envelope in my home, I admit that I need a help about this case. Not a help from my bosses, but a help from the people I trusted first.
And right now, it is my fiancée and our investigator.
When I arrived home, he's already in the kitchen and cooking our dinner.
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