A week later, Vincent's case went to public trial.
Early in the morning, Yvonne got dressed, ready to leave with Bennett.
Emma was cooing at her little granddaughter when she saw her son and daughter-in-law about to head out. She couldn't help but nag, “The Walker family was evil and they’re finally getting what they deserve. But Bennett isn't in charge of this case, so why do you two have to get involved? Yvonne, you’ve only just gotten back on your feet after giving birth. Can't you just rest at home?”
Yvonne nodded along dutifully to Emma’s nagging, though she had no intention of actually staying behind.
Emma knew she couldn't control them. After her lecture, she added a final instruction, “Come back early after the trial ends. I'll have Helen make a few of your favorite dishes for dinner tonight.”
“We will, Mom,” Yvonne replied with a smile before she and Bennett left.
At the Walker family's trial, every seat in the courtroom's gallery was taken.
Yvonne and Bennett were there, as were Sandra, Bruce and Monica Jones, and the Moore couple. Even Teresa James and her son, Jeffrey Spencer, had come.
Teresa and Jeffrey had never involved themselves in George’s business, and only now did they learn that George had been dragged into his mess by the Walker family.
The Moore couple had run everywhere seeking justice for their daughter's death, only to be met with dead ends and even threats.
Now that the truth was out, they finally knew their daughter, Flora Moore, had been murdered by the Walker family. Just because Yolanda wanted to live, they had ruthlessly killed Flora and her unborn child.
Although Yolanda was dead, Mrs. Moore still wished she could see her suffer even in the afterlife.
Vincent and the remaining members of his syndicate were escorted into the courtroom, including Mrs. Walker and April.
Each of them was confined to the defendant's dock, wearing handcuffs, their heads hanging low in utter defeat.

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