A weekter, Vincent''s case went to public trial.


    Early in the morning, Yvonne got dressed, ready to leave with Bet.


    Emma was cooing at her little granddaughter when she saw her son and daughter- inw about to head out. She couldn''t help but nag, “The Walker family was evil and they''re finally getting what they deserve. But Bet 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 Bet left.


    At the Walker family''s trial, every seat in the courtroom''s gallery was taken.


    Yvonne and Bet were there, as were Sandra, Bruce and Monica Jones, and the Moore couple. Even Teresa James and her son, Jeffrey Spencer, hade.


    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 Ynda wanted to live, they had ruthlessly killed Flora and her unborn child.


    Although Ynda 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.


    The case had been under investigation for a long time, and the facts were no longer in dispute.


    The judge delivered the verdict in court: Vincent was sentenced to death, a final judgment for his


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    lifetime of cruelty. As an aplice, Mrs. Walker was sentenced to five years in prison, and April was


    sentenced to seven.


    With both Vincent and April arrested, none of the rtives from the


    Walker or Martinez families were


    willing to adopt their precious soft.


    They wanted to stay as far away as possible.


    The child was ultimately ced in foster care, where he would likely remain until April was released from prison.


    From the moment he was captured, Vincent knew he wouldn''t escape death. Hearing the verdict, he seemed topletely dete, as if all life had drained from him.


    In the first half of his life, Vincent had been all-powerful, at the height of his influence. But now, at the end


    of the road, he was a prisoner on death row about to be executed


    Even after his death, all he would leave behind was a legacy of infamy, a stain on


    his family''s name.


    After the sentencing, faint sobs could be heard from the gallery.


    Of course, no one was crying for Vincent. These were the families of his victims, weeping with joy and relief.


    For them, this was justice long overdue, but justice served nheless.


    After the trial, the spectators began to file out of the courtroom.


    Vincent, April, and the others were escorted out by the bailiffs.


    Suddenly, Monica rushed forward, right up to April. Before anyone could react, she raised her hand and pped April hard across the face.


    April was still in handcuffs, held by two bailiffs. Her face swelled from the blow, but she only turned her head slightly, her expression lifeless.