The Grahams still wanted to say something, but I quickly hung up.

Bruce wasn't ready to give up. While comforting a weak, bedridden Sean, he called me several times more, only for me to reject every single one.

Eventually, I got annoyed and sent him a voice message.

"Bruce, stop pestering me already! I'm out shopping with Sasha right now. Her birthday's coming up, and I'm picking a gift for her. Know your place!"

As soon as he tried to reply, he realized that I'd already blocked and deleted him from my contacts.

"Dad, is Mom abandoning us?" Sean was seen sobbing, his eyes red.

"Of course not." Bruce forced a smile, trying to comfort him. "She loves you the most."

As the scene faded, the audience burst into tears.

"How could a mother say something like that when her child is already so miserable?"

"Can the judge just sentence this woman to death already? She's pissing me off."

"My heart breaks for the Grahams. Just what did they do to end up with someone as vile as Wanda?"

I sneered. My gaze landed on Sally, who was also weeping with the crowd.

"Oh? Are you lot feeling sorry for them? Did Ms. Sullivan give you permission to?" I taunted. "You're all tripping over yourselves to be props for the Grahams. Want me to give you each an award for your performance?"

Chaos erupted again.

The judge had no choice but to strike the gavel again.

"Order! Order in the court!"

Silence finally enveloped the room. But because the live stream had gone viral, new viewers flooded in and began spamming the chat.

"Is the defendant this vicious because Ms. Sullivan never actually saved her? Otherwise, how could a human do something so monstrous?"

"Can the judge pull up Ms. Sullivan's memory of saving the defendant?"

More and more people demanded that the judge extract Sally's memory of the time she rescued me.

Hands on my hips, I snapped, "You all want to see me at my worst, huh? Keep dreaming!"

But for the sake of collecting solid evidence, the judge played the scene from the car accident, starting from the moment Sally risked her life to save me.

…

With a violent screech of tires, an SUV in front slammed into the highway barrier ahead. The car behind couldn't react in time and crashed straight into it.

A mere 30 seconds later, the dazed Grahams stumbled out of their backseat.

Carrying Sean in his arms, Bruce rushed to the front wreck. "Wanda, are you okay?"

"Mom! Mom, are you alright?" Sean cried.

When they saw half of my car hanging off a cliff, both collapsed to the ground, too terrified to move.

Sally had just stepped out of their car. Just as she was about to dash toward my car, the Grahams stopped her.

"Sally, what are you doing?" Bruce croaked, his eyes red and teary.

"Sally, it's too dangerous," Sean cried. "You can't go. We've already called 911. Someone will be here soon to rescue Mom."

Sally glanced at my car, anxiety flashing in her eyes.

"Bruce, there's no time," she said hastily. "Can't you see half her car is over the edge? If she wakes up and moves even an inch, she could fall to her death!"

With that, she wrenched her hand out of their grip and sprinted toward me. Everyone saw her bite through the jammed seatbelt and drag me out of the driver's seat.

We had barely gotten out when the vehicle exploded and tumbled down the cliff.

On the screen, Sally's entire back was scorched as she shielded me from the blast.

The smell of burning flesh seemed to seep through the screen. The crowd covered their mouths in horror as they held their breath.

And yet, the moment I snapped back to my senses, I didn't thank Sally. Instead, I slapped her hard across the face twice as she was being lifted onto a stretcher.

The Grahams immediately pulled me away.

"Wanda, are you insane?" Bruce bellowed. "Sally risked her life to drag you out of a fire, and this is how you repay your savior?"

"Mom, since when have you become so cruel?" Sean cried out. "Sally burned her back saving you, and you have the audacity to hit her?"

I yanked my hand off and sneered. "Did I ever ask that bitch to save me?"

The moment those words left my mouth, a high heel flew straight at me.

I wasn't fast enough to dodge it. Blood gushed from my forehead, blurring my vision. The roar of insults from the audience, however, was crystal clear.

"Rot in hell, you bitch! She saved your life, and this is how you act?"

"Exactly! You should've died in the crash. Just die, Wanda! A piece of trash like you is wasting oxygen by being alive."

The crowd grew more and more enraged by the second. A few people even managed to scramble to the defendant's seat, grabbing my hair and smashing my head against the wall.

I yanked the attacker's hand away and brushed the hair out of my face—only to see that the one grabbing my hair was Bruce, and the one kicking me in the stomach was Sean.

Murderous intent burned in Bruce's eyes as he slapped me twice across the face.

"I was carsick and disoriented when the crash happened. I didn't actually see what happened. But now I finally see how evil you really are, Wanda," he snarled.

"Mom, why don't you just die?" Sean screamed. "I'll kick and bite you to death! You don't deserve to be my mother. I want Sally to be my mom instead!

The comments section of the live stream also spiraled into a frenzy.

"Death penalty for the defendant!"

"Execute her now!"

Every single person watching wanted me dead.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and sneered. "What a bunch of idiots."

But the judge, overwhelmed by the uproar, handed the microphone to me and asked, "Ms. Collins, do you have any objection to the death penalty?"

I tossed the mic to the floor and stomped on it. "Death penalty, my ass! It should be the other way round. I'm filing an appeal!"

Realizing that I was still trying to fight back, everyone burst into laughter.

"Is she still trying to scramble for one last chance? How pathetic."

"Sooner or later, she's going to die. Why don't we just humor her for a bit? I still haven't thrown anything at her yet."

The judge then connected the memory extractor to my brain.

A few seconds passed as the judge watched the footage. For the first time ever, the robot judge's monotonous voice actually wavered.

Finally, the judge declared, "The plaintiffs' case has been dismissed. The defendant wins."

The final verdict only lasted a few words, yet it felt like ages had passed.

The entire courtroom froze in disbelief.

"The defendant won? Has the judge been bribed or something?"

"She definitely bribed someone! There's no way that wicked woman won this case. This is absurd! I demand you show us the evidence now!"

An onlooker whose temper had gotten the better of them even hurled a hammer at the robot judge.

A deafening clang reverberated through the air as the person roared, "I hate corrupt, backdoor bribes the most! I'll smash you to scrap metal. Either show us the memory, or I'll tear you apart right here!"

More voices joined the fray, demanding that my extracted memories be displayed.

Clutching its damaged shoulder, the judge opened the stored memory evidence and projected it onto the massive screen.

The moment the image of the Graham family's study appeared, both Bruce and Sean went completely still.