Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 400

Chapter 400: Chapter 401 The Truth About the Poison_l

Three years, that meant Cyrus Davis had started smoking at least since he was 15, while his father had always thought his son was naive and well-behaved.

Purple Summers had an employee from the law firm bring over a dentist’s report and laid it in front of Joshua Davis.

It was just found last night, not expecting that it would come in handy today.

Joshua Davis was completely stunned.

The relatives beside him were all equally shocked, caught off guard by this sudden change in events.

They picked up the dental report and flipped through it, faces full of shock.

Years of smoking would form a special dental plaque on the surface of the teeth, which ordinary people might consider just normal yellowing and tartar. An experienced dentist, however, could distinguish it at a glance.

“This…this, this doesn’t prove anything,” Joshua Davis recovered his reasoning after his initial rage, “You can’t just shrug off responsibility because my son smoked. The cannabis components found in the talismanic water are an undeniable fact!”

“We are not shrugging off responsibility, our defense is based on emotion, logic, and law, and we hope you can also objectively face this fact,” Purple Summers said.

At that moment, Marcel Jefferson’s phone ringtone suddenly sounded.

In such a circumstance, the cheerful ringtone was highly inappropriate, but the name displayed on the incoming call made Marcel Jefferson’s expression turn grave, and he answered the phone immediately.

“…Okay,” Marcel Jefferson responded to the call, nodding slightly, then handed the phone to Purple Summers.

“It’s prosecutor Allen Rivera,” he said.

Purple Summers took the phone, and on the other end, Allen Rivera told her the result of validating the roster: “…It appears to be mostly accurate, I’m sending someone to his house to understand the situation now.”

“No need,” Purple Summers looked towards Joshua Davis, a hint of pity involuntarily appearing in her eyes, “you should come to the law firm instead, he is right here now.”

The two ended the call.

Facing the man who had just lost his only son, Purple Summers suddenly didn’t know how to start. She was silent for a long time before speaking, “Mr. Davis, I must ask, do you also go by the name Joshua Davis?”

Joshua Davis was momentarily stunned, his expression confused.

Purple Summers watched him quietly.

Joshua Davis finally realized something, and his face turned paler by the second.

Purple Summers said, “You bought cigarettes containing cannabis illegally, your son found out, took the cigarettes, and shared them with his classmates, ultimately dying from an overdose of tetrahydrocannabinol.”

“No…this…this can’t be possible!” Joshua Davis’s face turned ashen, “He didn’t know at all!”

“Jessica Cameron said he went to nightclubs every month. He likely saw you making the transaction and then took action…” Purple Summers speculated.

“You’re talking nonsense! That’s impossible!!!” Joshua Davis screamed as he broke down.

Everyone was looking at him.

In their eyes, there was shock mixed with pity.

Fearing they wouldn’t believe him, Joshua Davis pulled out a cigarette pack from his pocket, trembling as he laid out the cigarettes one by one on the table, “…look, I bought ten last month, only smoked two, now there’s still eight left, not one missing, Cyrus couldn’t have taken my cigarettes! It’s impossible!”

“It seems that way…” Purple Summers walked over, and gently moved some of the cigarettes aside with her hand, “but, if you look closely… you’ll notice the difference.”

Among the eight cigarettes, three had slightly darker filters.

“Cyrus swapped a few of your cigarettes with ordinary ones he bought outside when you weren’t paying attention,” Purple Summers explained.

Joshua Davis became absent-minded.

It took a while for him to come back to his senses, his bloodshot eyes welling up with tears.

“How could this happen…” His expression was one of extreme agony as he slowly crouched down, clutching his head, unable to accept the reality, “How could this happen… It shouldn’t be like this…”

At this moment, he remembered many things.

He remembered noticing recently that some of the cigarettes he bought didn’t have the usual kick.

He recalled arguing with the bald man a few times, questioning whether he had been sold fakes.

The bald man insulted him for being cheap and said if he wanted stronger stuff, he’d have to pay more for a purer product. So last month, he had bought the more expensive, higher-potency stuff…