"Objection! The prosecutor's witness is slandering without any evidence!"
Induced by Bastian, Miller continued no matter how Aldrich roared or retorted. He did not stop until he completely broke Ye Qingxuan's 'saintly disguise' and smeared on a layer of vile blackness.
He did not say anything afterward. There was nothing else to say.
"Thank you for your support of justice and the law." Bastian patted his shoulder. "I know that you are under great pressure to stand here. You've worked hard and can rest now."
After a long while, Miller raised his head blankly, glanced at him, and let the guard lead him away. When he was at the door, he heard Ye Qingxuan's voice behind him.
"Miller."
He paused but did not look back.
"I don't hate you," Ye Qingxuan said quietly as he stared at his friend's back. "I know how painful it is for you to stand here and can guess what has happened. It is because of me; it is my fault."