My years as a menswear boss

The trial was held as scheduled, and Villefort sat on the bench under the eyes of everyone. He had never prayed to God like this, and the child did not know his life experience.

Two gendarmes escorted Benedetto up, his face was pale, and he was still wearing the silk nightgown he wore the day he was taken away. He stared at the judge above with a very calm gaze, and his lips were slightly pursed, which made it difficult to understand. Find out what he is thinking.

Villefort's back was covered in cold sweat. He read out the indictment as calmly as possible, and his figure couldn't help shaking.

Jiqiu and Dantès sat in the auditorium and stared at the trial. She looked at Benedetto who was not flustered, "Is he waiting for his prosecutor's biological father to save him?" '

"Defendant, do you admit to the crime you have committed?"

The chief judge said that he looked solemn and looked unattainable. "Accidental murder, forgery/banknotes, burglary, pretending to be the prince's son."

"Yes, I admit it," replied Benedetto, fingernails.

There was a (horse flea) movement in the courtroom, not only the audience, but also the jurors and the accompanying judge. They all reached a consensus that the prisoner was hopeless and a born villain.

The presiding judge signaled the people in the room to be quiet, and he continued to ask, "Is Benedetto your name?"

"Yes, sir." Benedetto replied calmly, as if he was completely unaffected by everyone's curses.

"What's your surname?" The presiding judge then said indifferently. At this time, he didn't notice the pale face of the judge behind him.

"Before I tell you, can I tell you a story?"

Benedetto said politely, his expression was sincere, and no one could imagine how dirty his heart was.

"You have the right to speak about this matter if it is relevant to your case."

The presiding judge said that he glanced at the lawyer next to Benedetto with a little freckle on his face. The young lawyer's face was blank.

Apparently this kind of turning point was beyond his experience, and he had nothing to say in a normal trial, and he didn't even have a chance to speak for the defendant.

"Of course, this matter is very important." Benedetto said softly, and he blinked slightly, "On the night of November 28, [-], a baby was born in Haute, near Paris. At No. [-], Fangdan Street, Yicun, his mother thought that he had not breathed since he was born, so she wrapped her child in soft brocade and handed it to the child's father."

"The man took the baby to the back garden and was about to bury him. That's when a rival came to him and stabbed him."

"The enemy thought he was burying some treasure, so he opened the box and found that it was a baby. He blew a few breaths on the baby, like this—"

Benedetto spoke and demonstrated, "a unique Corsican way of saving lives."

"The Corsican brought the baby home, and his sister-in-law chose to raise it. That's why the child, speaking in Paris, is a Corsican."

Benedetto sighed softly, and there was a look of nostalgia in his eyes at this time, "That woman gave the baby selfless love and taught him many principles of life. Unfortunately, that child was born with indifference and selfish blood, is a Uncooked poisonous snake."

"Your Excellency, do you believe it? I couldn't suppress the sinful emotions in my heart, and it became more and more terrifying until I made it to the point where I am today."

"And this dirty blood came from my biological father."

Villefort was shaking like chaff at this time, he took out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead, his heart beat extremely violently in an instant, "Is it finally coming?" '

The presiding judge raised his eyebrows, and he put down the verdict in his hand, "So who is your father?"

"He's a prosecutor, sir."

"Prosecutor?" The presiding judge's mocking look became annoyed, and his voice became extremely severe, "Are you provoking the authority of the court?"

"I didn't mean that." Benedetto raised his hands innocently, and he showed a naive smile, "I swear to God, what I'm saying now is true."

The presiding judge was silent for a moment. He rubbed the Bible in his hand, and then said slowly, "Who is he?"

"He is Judge Villefort, whom you all know," replied Benedetto.

Jiqiu looked at the prisoner in the dock. Listening to his self-report just now, she couldn't help thinking that if she couldn't suppress the dark emotions in her heart, would she be influenced by the maliciousness of human nature and become Benedetto? What about people like that?

"Then what evidence do you have?" asked the presiding judge.

Benedetto looked towards the corner of the court, "That person can prove that what I said is true."

Everyone followed his gaze and looked into the corner. Bertuccio came out from the shadows. He looked at the presiding judge, "I am the witness that night."

Villefort looked at the person, and he pointed at him tremblingly, "It's you!"

"It's me, dear Judge Villefort." Bertuccio sneered, his face full of joy, "I've been waiting for this day for too long, do you think that the only crime you committed was to bury your own son alive? ?”

The presiding judge rubbed his forehead with a headache. He didn't expect a simple trial to become so complicated now, "The grievances between you and Judge Villefort can be discussed in the next court session. Now what I want to ask is, what did the defendant say? Is it true?"

"Of course, Your Excellency." Bertuccio made a Corsican oath, and he looked directly at the judge without avoiding his eyes, "I guarantee that my testimony is true."

The presiding judge looked at Villefort, who had fallen from his chair, and frowned, "Do you have anything to defend, Mr. Villefort?"

The courtroom was extremely quiet at the moment. Except for Jiqiu and Dantès, no one expected today's trial to be so wonderful. They were all holding their breaths waiting for Judge Villefort's answer.

"No." Villefort closed his eyes resignedly, the last trace of rationality in his mind was overwhelmed, "I admit that what this young man said is true."

After finishing speaking, he rushed out of the court like a gust of wind, and the sound of a carriage starting came from outside after a while.

Jiqiu touched her head, she remembered that the person who rushed out like this last time was Count Morcerf, and Count Morcerf was already dead and couldn't die anymore.

'Finally solved? ' she thought.

"It's time for the drama to end," Dantès said, standing up and walking towards the exit.

Jiqiu hurriedly followed, "Shall we go to Villefort's house now?"

"En." Dantès couldn't help feeling a strange feeling in his heart, he didn't really want to see the miserable situation of his enemy.

Jiqiu got into the carriage happily, and Dantès had no choice but to follow. They came to Villefort's mansion together. At this time, its door was open, and the two stepped in easily.

"Something's wrong." Ji Qiu said softly.

Dantès touched the (wooden warehouse) stick on his waist, he stood in front of the young man, "follow me."

The gate of the mansion was not closed, it was wide open towards them, revealing a lingering sense of weirdness everywhere.

They went in and came to the living room, where they saw Madame de Villefort leaning on the sofa with her eyes closed, as if asleep.

Ji Qiu stepped forward to test her breath, then touched her neck, she turned her head to look at Dantès, "She is dead."

"Hmm." Dantès felt more and more uneasy, he took out the (wooden warehouse) branch, went to the back garden of the mansion, and saw his former enemy.

Villefort hugged a child tightly, it was Edward Villefort who had been poisoned to death.

After learning that his wife had killed his daughter and his former father-in-law, he decided to take her to court after Benedetto's trial.

Mrs. Villefort could not accept this fact. If she went to prison, her child would never be able to wash away the stigma of the son of a criminal, and would not be able to gain a foothold in society. She chose to kill her own parents and children by poisoning herself during Villefort's trial. , and then chose to commit suicide.

Villefort looked up at the handsome man coming towards him, "Count of Monte Cristo?"

Dantès looked at Villefort and shook his head, "Look carefully, and you will remember my identity, my name, and my life."

"Just 23 years ago, you were the prosecutor of Marseilles, a poor sailor who put all his trust in you and you failed him."

"Put him in the dark prison of Chateau d'If."

Dantès walked around Villefort, stretching his arms, "Do you remember, my dear judge?"

"You are that sailor!" Villefort's pupils dilated, every joint in his brain was opened up, and all the things he encountered were connected in series, "Is all this your revenge, Edmond Dantès ?”

"Ah, it's a great honor for the judge to remember me as a small person." Dantès clapped his hands, watching Villefort's pupils gradually dilated.

"Is this retribution?" Villefort looked at the dead son in his arms, his expression became crazy, "Is this retribution?"

"No, my child." He shook the boy in his arms, "Wake up, Edward!"

Villefort glanced at the tall chestnut tree in the yard. He threw himself on the root of the tree, digging the soil with his fingers, "I have a child, right here!"

"Mr. Villefort?" Dantès put away his mocking look, frowned and touched his shoulder, and was bounced away as soon as he touched it.

Villefort's fingers were stained red with blood, "I will definitely rescue him."

Dantès retreated to Jr. Villefort, checked his pupils with his hands, panicked, took out a glass bottle from his pocket and poured it into the boy's mouth. After a few seconds, the miracle did not happen .

When Villefort saw someone coming, he pushed Dantès away and hugged his dead son, "Don't be afraid, Edward. No one will hurt you, and I won't let anyone hurt you."

Jiqiu came to the back garden and saw Villefort, who was already insane, holding his dead son and muttering to himself, while Dantès stood aside helplessly.

She came to Dantès, "Dad, what's the matter?"

Like a child who made a mistake, Dantès hugged the young man tightly, "Simon, I seem to have made a mistake."

"Why?" Jiqiu saw Dantès so vulnerable for the first time, she reached out and patted his back gently.

"If revenge goes beyond the original scope, then the victim becomes the perpetrator."

Dantès said with a choked voice that he saw Villefort who had lost his son, and he could no longer connect him with the enemy in his memory. He is now just a father who lost his child.

"I've already exceeded that range." He was filled with guilt.

"No, if it were me, I would make it worse." Jiqiu comforted, she couldn't feel the guilt in Dantès' heart, and could only comfort him clumsily.