Judge Lambert furrowed his brows. Though his expression was grim, he still announced, "The court finds the defendant not guilty on the second charge of refusing to acknowledge one's family."

Protests immediately broke out from the audience. They questioned the fairness of the trial.

But Judge Lambert dismissed them, stating that the memory extractor was based on reality and was absolutely fair and impartial.

Meanwhile, Mom and Dad were beginning to panic. They had only one chance left. Otherwise, it would be them who would face punishment.

Edwin, however, blustered with self-righteous indignation. "There's no way you'll have a good excuse for the last charge—standing by and doing nothing while our father was dying."

This time, the scene shifted to a hospital.

Dad lay on the hospital bed, his face etched with weariness. His head was wrapped in bandages, and he looked to be in critical condition.

Edwin called me anxiously, "Patricia, please come quickly. Dad's been in a car accident. The doctor says if he doesn't have surgery soon, he's not going to make it."

At that moment, I was partying at a bar and replied nonchalantly, "So? What does that have to do with me? Since he's about to die, just find him a burial plot. Don't worry, I'll cover that expense."

With that, I hung up without hesitation and blocked Edwin's number.

Dad lay in the hospital room with utter hopelessness in his eyes, while Edwin and Mom held each other and wept.

The memory was brief, but it was more than enough to send everyone's anger soaring.

The audience, who had previously been seething in their seats, now stood up one after another.

"You should just drop dead, Patricia! You're nothing but a monster."

"You're worse than a beast!"

"I can't take this anymore. If that trial light doesn't turn green, I'm going to lose my mind."

Unfortunately, under the gaze of the entire nation, the trial light lit up red once more.

Even Judge Lambert couldn't help but stare in disbelief as he said, "The court finds the defendant not guilty on the third charge of refusing to save the plaintiff's life."

Everyone was furious at this. The crowd rose to their feet in protest, insisting that either the memories had been tampered with or the lie detector was faulty.

I raised my hand calmly and unhurriedly.

"Your Honor, does that mean it's my turn to give my counter-argument now?"