[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

"You stated in your complaint that you were subjected to violence by your husband. Is that correct?"

"Yes." Laura's voice sounded very unassuming.

She was still thinking about what happened just now—although she didn't have much legal knowledge, she also vaguely felt that it was a bad thing that her lawyer didn't question the defendant.

"What kind of violence is that?"

"……He beat me."

"Can you be more specific? Where did he hit you? How?"

"..." Laura blushed.

Joey felt more and more wrong.She tried her best to stick her head in the direction of Martin's lawyer: "Mr. Martin, shouldn't you object? These questions are written in the complaint materials, and asking again will only irritate her!"

"If you are not a questioner and answerer, please be quiet, otherwise you may be asked out of the courtroom." The justice said coldly on the stage.

Joey had to shut up.

At this moment, Laura is sitting on the witness stand, while Olanpu is attending a parliamentary discussion in the city hall not far away.Laura insisted that Belen and Luca not be present, so Joey had few known people around.

In other words, basically all men they didn't know.

And Martin, the lawyer who belonged to Laura, didn't even look back at her.

Her gaze went cold.

"He beat you, didn't you? You're sure he beat you, not, how should I put it?" Garcia cast a teasing look at the auditorium, "Little love between husband and wife?"

There was a faint laughter from the table.

"Silence." The judge reminded again.

"I confirm." Laura's voice trembled.

She felt extremely ashamed to reveal the privacy of her family in front of so many people.

She regretted it a little.

"Are you often beaten by your husband?"

"……Correct."

"What is the frequency?"

"Probably..." Laura hesitated.

"Huh? You don't know how often you get beaten?"

Laura got more nervous.She tried hard to concentrate, but her mind went blank with tension: "No, no, I'm clear... about a week or two..."

"Every month? But you wrote every month in your statement. Do you know the estoppel? Are you going to retract your confession under oath to God?"

"No no, I didn't," Laura panicked. "Yes, yes, every month..."

"Oh, every month."

The lawyer paused for a moment, then changed the topic randomly, "Have you reported to the police?"

"What?" Laura asked in amazement.

"I said, have you called the police?"

"……No."

"Oh." Garcia nodded meaningfully, and slightly turned to the judge on the stage: "I was often beaten, but I never reported to the police."

Laura was a little anxious: "This is because..."

Garcia interrupted her: "Then have you told anyone?"

"Uh," Laura looked around anxiously, "no, because..."

"I understand." Garcia still didn't let her continue, "That is to say, no one can prove that your husband has often used violence against you except you."

Laura was angry and wronged, almost incoherent: "Obviously, everyone on the street saw it that day!"

"But we said 'often.' Well, that's all right, Mrs. Dermore, you're a little emotional. Have you had a psychiatric test?"

"What?" Laura asked in disbelief. "Why would I need a test?"

She suddenly understood what he was going to do.

He wanted to prove that she was crazy!In this way, she is no longer a "person" - and therefore loses all the basic rights of being a "person".

Laura suddenly remembered the "crazy" cousin she had seen in her childhood.

The girl who was six years older than her was locked in the attic by the elders of the family. Later, she broke the glass and jumped to the first floor and broke her leg.

Since then, she has never seen her again.

"...You, why do you say that I am mentally abnormal! I am not crazy!"

Laura was shaking all over.

If it wasn't for seeing him beating his own child on the street, if it wasn't for the words Belen yelled at him, if it wasn't for Miss Fernandez and the others' persuasion...she wouldn't be here now, ridiculed by others, maybe even will be kicked up.

Why does she have to bear this?

Just because she couldn't watch her daughter being sold to pay off her debts?

"Your Honor." Garcia did not continue to ask her, but turned to Santiago, "This lady said that she was often beaten, but she never told anyone. You have also seen her current mental state-very not optimistic. "

"You devil! Bastard! Do you have a conscience!" Laura stood up angrily.

"Under what circumstances are you usually beaten?" He suddenly looked at Laura again, "—I mean, Mr. Demer has always been known for his gentleness, and he never loses his temper for no reason. Why did he beat him?" you?"

"Why did you hit me?" Laura seemed to be strangled suddenly.

"Correct."

He pressed aggressively: "Why are you afraid to answer this question?"

"Mrs. Dermore, did you do something wrong to your husband? . . . for example, adultery?"

Laura let out a long cry and seemed to faint.Baron Dermo yelled, there was a lot of discussion in the gallery, and there was chaos in the court.

"Objection!" Joey stood up suddenly: "This is not relevant at all. Mr. Martin, you should stop it!"

"Silence!" The justice struck the gavel on the stage, "Miss Fernandez, if you want to speak, you should be the defender. Now—please leave immediately."

Before Joey was invited out of the court by the bailiff, he seized the last chance to say a word to Laura.

"Laura, think of Beren and Luca—"

She was then shut out of the courtroom.

"Offended, Miss Fernandez." The bailiff bowed to her.

Joey tugged at his sleeves angrily, even breathing trembling with anger.

They obviously came prepared.

It was originally a case where Laura wanted to use domestic violence to sue her husband for divorce, but they turned it into an accusation of "crazy" and "****" against Laura in court.Even their lawyers no longer seemed to be trusted.

What should they do?

How can we reverse this almost unsolvable defeat?

Unexpectedly, when she pushed open the door of the lounge with a heavy heart, the first thing she saw was a scene that raised her blood pressure.

With a cold face, little Mary was squatting by the fireplace and tearing paper.

As the white and red shreds of paper were thrown into the fireplace, the flames brightened brightly, and Joey's head buzzed——

That red book, which she was all too familiar with, was Mary's homework book!

"What are you doing?!" She rushed over in disbelief, "What are you tearing up?"

Mary was caught off guard and showed a little panic when she saw her.

But she immediately wiped her eyes and said coldly, "Joy, I don't want to go to school anymore."

"Reading is of no use at all."

In an instant, Joey felt that the world was really crazy.

The backlog of pressure and anger over the past few days rushed to the top of her head along with the boiling blood, and she snatched the only half of the notebook left in Mary's hand: "Mary Sklodowska!"

"If you say you don't want to go, you don't want to go? Do you know how difficult it is for the principal to accept you in an exception? Are you worthy of yourself?"

Mary stood up suddenly, and she was almost as tall as Joey at this time: "You don't understand anything at all!"

"You!" Joey almost laughed angrily.She doesn't understand anything?

So ironic.

An angry voice sounded from the bottom of my heart.

So, what is she messing with?

When she came to this era, she could obviously make a fortune with the information she possessed, and then go to the countryside to enjoy life. What does the life and death of others have to do with her?

She is not a fashionista of the times, nor does she have the ambition to leave a name in history.It's a thankless task, but what is she planning to do in this situation?

"Very good." Joey heard his own voice as cold as ice, "Then, Miss Sklodowska, since you think so, how about..."

"Calm down, Joey. Calm down." She was pulled away suddenly.

Antonio's soothing voice came from beside his ears: "Okay, two little girls, what's the matter?"

Joey was getting angry, and shook his hand away: "I don't want to see you now. You are also one of them, and you don't care at all—"

"Joy." Antonio suddenly lowered his head and looked into her eyes firmly: "I'm sorry for being busy with the committee qualifications these days, but now that the dust has settled, I can come to help you."

Those bright blue eyes looked at her intently, and she was so angry that her vision was a little blurred, but she still saw herself reflected in it.

"Yes, I'm one of them. But I care."

"Because of you, I care."

With a low voice like the sound of a cello slowly falling, he took out a white handkerchief from the pocket of his dress, gently wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, and helped her to sit on the sofa by the fireplace.

"Okay, you're too tired. Now have a cup of tea, sit down and rest, and I'll ask her."

……

"Master, would you like to have a cup of tea and rest?"

"Be careful. Oh, and I'm going to have a paella."

Joseph muttered and got out of the carriage, "Oh, it's just at this juncture that I'm allowed to go to Portugal."

Although paella can be eaten all over the country, only the east coast has such soft and plump rice grains and the freshest seafood.

He had to impress his taste buds with the taste of Barcelona before heading out of town.

This is a very well-decorated cafe.As soon as he walked in, a pleasant smell came over his face, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, rich stew and fresh lemon, the melodious music of the quartet came faintly, and the guests sitting around whispered Whispers, everything is so comfortable.

"Sir, I'm sorry, the tables are full. Would you mind sharing the tables?" the waiter asked.

"Oh, it's okay." Joseph shrugged, "I'll leave with a paella."

"plz follow me."

He followed the waiter to a table for four by the window, where a young man with black curly hair was already sitting, wolfing down a paella.

Ah, this is it.Joseph thought happily.

After ordering, he couldn't help looking at the young man diagonally opposite.

He obviously seemed very hungry, and he ate very deliciously.

From Joseph's point of view, the lobster's red claws stretched out of the big iron plate, the shiny rice grains and the translucent seafood are steaming hot, and the sliced ​​bread on the white porcelain plate is sprinkled with finely ground black pepper and roasted buttery pesto , the aroma is mouth-watering.

Joseph sat quietly for a while, and finally couldn't help stretching out his hand: "Joseph, nice to meet you! Aren't you from Catalonia?"

This person's skin is slightly wheat-colored, and he is obviously from the south. He is probably a southerner.

The man looked up, startled by his sudden enthusiasm, and immediately responded: "Miguel. I'm from Valencia."

"Oh! Great place." Joseph said with a smile, "So you don't drink red wine when you dine here?"

Valencia is the most famous wine region in Spain.

Miguel also smiled: "To be honest, the red wine here is really not that interesting-but the paella is really good."

He wiped his mouth with a napkin and sighed: "Of course, the best thing is that this place is out of Carlos' sphere of influence—trust me, that's a nightmare."

"Oh, yes." Only then did Joseph remember that Valencia had also fallen not long ago.He was concerned: "Did you escape from Valencia? Are you alone? What about your family?"

Miguel shrugged his shoulders: "Hey, don't mention it. My father, Duke Fernandez, is a rusty antique. He even thought the Inquisition was a good idea, but I really can't live there..."

"Wait." Joseph suddenly remembered something, "Duke Fernandez..."

"Hey, you said your father is Duke Fernandez?" He asked in surprise.

"Yes. What's wrong?" Miguel was a little surprised.

"Oh, my brother came to Barcelona, ​​and Joey didn't say a word."

Joseph leaned over affectionately, "I know your sister! She's a famous figure in Barcelona now."

"Sister?" Miguel was stunned.

"That's right." Seeing his surprised look, Joseph immediately added, "It's Joey! You're here to find her, right?"

"But... I don't have a sister." Miguel was confused, "I am my father's youngest son."

"I'm a sister, but she's in Valencia now."

作者有话要说：本章笔记：根据19世纪的法律，精神病患者没有公民所具有的权利。法律规定，可以应家庭的要求将这些人拘禁。19世纪禁闭“疯女人”的案例大幅增加，从1845~1849年的9930起发展到1871年的2万起。在这些案件中，80%是应男人的要求执行的（1/3是她们的丈夫，剩下的是她们的父亲和雇主）。——《私人生活史》