Ynda and Oscar walked side by side into the hospital elevator.


    It was a private elevator for the VIP wing, so they were alone.


    "Oscar, I heard the director of the Rogers family''s hospital was arrested. Did I cause you more trouble?" Ynda asked, her bright eyes filled with unease.


    Oscar reached out and gently ruffled her hair. "Don''t overthink it," he said softly. "It''s just a small matter. I can handle it."


    Ynda walked Oscar out of the hospital. After exchanging a few more words of care, they parted ways.


    After a swift and intensive investigation, Hans'' case was handed over to the courts, and the trial began a monthter.


    Yvonne and Sandra apanied Hans'' parents to the hearing.


    Since Mr. Bishop had shouldered all the responsibility, the Rogers family was not implicated.


    The trial proceeded through hearings and recesses before a final verdict was announced.


    The court determined that Hans had died from a widespread infection following his burns. The prosecution couldn''t produce enough evidence to prove he was murdered.


    Consequently, Mr. Bishop, the attending physician, and the nurse were ultimately sentenced for the crime of organ theft to two and a half years and one year in prison, respectively. They were ordered to pay the victim''s family a total of eight hundred and sixty thousand inpensation for emotional distress, funeral costs, and other expenses.


    Upon hearing the verdict, Hans'' parents broke down in the courtroom.


    Their son had been murdered, yet the killer received only a two-year sentence. They were uneducated people, but they understood the old saying: a life for a life. Their son was gone, but the guilty had not received the punishment they deserved.


    Hans'' mother became hysterical, trying to rush the defendant''s box to take revenge on the people who killed her son.


    For severely disrupting the court, they were escorted out of the courtroom by the bailiffs.


    Hans'' parents copsed on the high steps outside the courthouse, looking utterly lost and defeated, as if they had aged a decade in an instant.


    In such a short time, they had endured the loss of their son, the theft of his organs, and now, after risking everything for justice, they were left with a verdict that felt like a mockery.


    The belief that had sustained them shatteredpletely. They sat on the steps,


    staring nkly at the sky, with no idea where to go from here.


    Yvonne and Sandra stood by them, at a loss for words offort.


    It was obvious that the Rogers family had sacrificed a pawn to save the king. Mr. Bishop and the doctor had taken all the me.


    Both the police and the court had done what they could.


    With insufficient evidence, the case could only be prosecuted as organ theft, and under currentw, the maximum sentence was three years The judge, likely sympathetic to the patents plight, had probably leaned in their favor during sentencing; otherwise, they might not have even received the


    eighty-hundred-thousand-dorpensation.


    In stark contrast to the parents'' despair, Oscar and hiswyer emerged from the


    courthouse, nked by bodyguards, looking triumphant and arrogant.


    Perhaps finding the sun too bright, an assistant even held an umbre over Oscar''s head.


    "You murderers! Give me back my son! When Hans was first admitted, the doctor told us his injuries weren''t that serious! How could he have died? It must have been you You killed him to take his organs!"


    Seeing them, Tracy lost control and lunged forward, screaming and shouting.


    Sandra had no choice but to hold her back tightly.


    Causing a scene outside the courthouse could get Tracy arrested.


    "Ma''am, I suggest you stop spreading baseless rumors, or I can sue you for nder," Oscar said, his gaze dripping with condescension and contempt.