The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 369 Power Frame

Jack was most impressed by her role as the MI007 (British Military Intelligence Six) female agent in "6-Die Another Day". If you think about it carefully, it seems that this sister also played a villain back then.

As for Marla Grayson, who is sitting in the dock at the moment, not to mention whether she is good-looking or not, just by looking at her hairstyle, you can tell that she is not a good person.

Her sharp blond hair ended abruptly at her chin, and the lower edge was both vertical and stiff, as if it were the work of a guillotine.

Usually wearing this hairstyle is called "PowerBitch" in European and American culture, which literally means a strong woman, but Jack prefers the literal translation, "power bitch".

Jack, Wesley and reporter Angel Dupree arrived just in time. A divorced couple's custody dispute case had just concluded. When they quietly sat in the last row of the gallery, Marla Grayson also happened to be in the defendant's seat. Sit down.

Before sitting down, she glanced around proudly, as if she was sitting not in the dock but on the Queen's throne.

Sitting on the plaintiff's table was a middle-aged fat man who looked very angry when he saw Marla Grayson. After the judge allowed him to speak, he stood up, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down his emotions. , and then the description began.

"Suzanne Mullins, she is my mother, I should have the right to visit her at any time, she does not need to be in a nursing home, she does not need a court-appointed guardian.

She has a good son to take care of her, and I totally don’t understand how the court can entrust my mother to an outsider. "

"And this woman, I'm sorry, is Miss Grayson." The fat middle-aged man paused, gritted his teeth and changed the title to an honorific, but his eyes as he looked at the dock were full of disgust.

“She forced my mother to be sent to a nursing home even after she clearly expressed her wish to refuse.

Now, Ms. Grayson has auctioned off my mother's house, car, and personal belongings, and in the process, discarded everything she deemed unimportant, including some of my father's belongings that my mother had kept. It has been a treasure for 20 years. "

"Then she used the proceeds for her own expenses!" The fat middle-aged man became more and more excited as he spoke, and faint droplets sprayed out of his mouth.

Wesley quietly nudged Jack with his elbow and whispered, "Watch the expressions of the judge and the defendant."

In fact, he didn't need to remind him. Jack was now half an expert in micro-expressions and had already seen everything in front of him.

The judge was a fat black man. Although his face was expressionless, the way he held up his cheek with two fingers fully demonstrated how impatient he was at the moment.

Although Marla Grayson in the dock had her back to the three people, when she occasionally turned her head to look at the accuser, her contemptuous eyes said everything.

The fat middle-aged man was still talking excitedly, "And now, Miss Grayson has completely banned me from visiting my mother. This is simply unbelievable. She kidnapped my mother."

"Sir, please pay attention to your words and please stay calm." The judge raised his hand to stop the plaintiff's next words.

"Myra Grayson is a respected professional guardian and was personally appointed by this court and myself in view of your mother's inability to care for herself.

It is out of the perspective of safeguarding your mother’s interests to the greatest extent.”

The judge's words were interrupted by the middle-aged fat man, who questioned his soul, "Is prohibiting the biological son's visit to protect my mother's interests to the greatest extent? She doesn't care about my mother at all!"

"Oh, damn, he lost his last chance of winning." Seeing a hint of anger flash across the judge's face, Wesley muttered, and black reporter Dupree nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry, your honor, can I speak?" Marla Grayson raised her right hand.

The black judge nodded, "Please speak, Miss Grayson."

Marla Grayson stood up gracefully and turned to face the fat middle-aged man.

"Mr. Feldstrom, I sympathize with you." She said sympathy, but there was a trace of imperceptible sarcasm on her lips.

"But the court will not entrust this responsibility to me for no reason. Your mother has long been unable to take care of herself."

"That's not true!" The fat middle-aged man tried to argue, but he could only shut up under the judge's stern gaze.

Marla Grayson glanced at him, then turned to face the judge and continued her statement.

"The doctor has diagnosed her with Alzheimer's disease, Mr. Feldstrom, and provided a legally binding testimony recommending immediate steps to protect her safety.

<divclass="contentadv">You had enough time to send her to a nursing home with adequate medical equipment or bring her back to your home, but you did nothing. "

"She doesn't want to leave her home, okay? She begged me not to take her away from the place where she has lived for 50 years. She said she would die."

Before the middle-aged fat man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Marla Grayson.

"You can't take care of her according to her wishes, you have to take care of her according to her needs, and that's why I'm a better fit than her family because I don't get involved personally."

Jack in the gallery could not sit still. He understood why the court did not allow guns to be carried.

And Marla Grayson in the dock was still speaking plausibly.

“I will only do what is truly right for your mother, so yes, I admit that I manage your mother’s estate because someone has to take care of it and she is no longer equipped to handle it.

And I had to pay her medical bills, so I admitted that, under my supervision, a portion of her financial assets were sold, and finally, again, I admitted that I also collected the necessary fees as my salary.

Because this is my job, this is my career, Mr. Feldstrom. "

"I think she can run for president!" Black reporter Dupree couldn't help but hide her face.

Marla Grayson continued to talk as if she was making closing arguments, and the judge on the stage also nodded frequently in cooperation, like a dedicated actor.

"This is what I've been doing! Every day, every hour, I've been doing this work, watching over those who need protection, protecting them from neglect, protecting their self-esteem.

and are ever vigilant to protect them from their own children. "

"Hey! What are you talking about!" The middle-aged fat man was furious.

"Silence! Silence!" The judge knocked his gavel repeatedly.

"Sir, if you behave like this again, I will have no choice but to ask the court guards to send you to the detention room."

Marla Grayson squinted at each other, "Mr. Feldstrom, we have interacted with each other so many times that I think we know each other well.

Your Honor, some children would rather have their parents suffer from lack of food and clothing and suffer from illness than to see the money they have regarded as their inheritance being used to pay for necessary care. "

Jack was a little stunned. He couldn't see the woman's expression at this time, but he could hear the pretentious sobs and see the judge's eyes that were also full of tears.

"I pity you, Mr. Feldstrom, I do, but your visits to your mother make her sad."

"I can't, I think I'm going to throw up."

Jack stood up and left the courtroom quickly, while Wesley and reporter Dupree stayed for a few more minutes. After the judge pronounced the verdict, Shi Shiran walked out.

As expected, the middle-aged fat man lost the case, the judge upheld the original verdict, and Marla Grayson will continue to have custody of his mother.

"This is so ridiculous!"

Dupree was the first dark-skinned friend Jack knew who spoke with a bit of a rap accent. Even though he deliberately slowed down his speech, it still made people feel interesting.

"I took this job. We should give this proud frame a little color."

Jack looked at Wesley, who shrugged, "It's very difficult to win through litigation, but it's not impossible. I need some help, but there may be some small legal risks."