There was also a flurry of discussion on Twitter.
The topic centered around whether Caryn Zachmann would be sentenced, and if so, for how many years.
Additionally, so savvy netizens dragged out the official Twitter of the Overseas dical Association, ntioning them heavily, and urged them to co forward and claim Caryn Zachmann.
The Overseas dical Association was ntioned by netizens again and again, yet they did not dare respond, opting instead to remain silent and pretend they were dead.
Even so, it didn’t stop netizens from eagerly slapping them in the face, to the point that they pushed the Overseas dical Association to the top of the hot search, publicly executing them.
"@Overseas dical Association, didn’t you say that Caryn Zachmann was virtuous and talented, and that you believed in her? You even ntioned Tsinghua University’s Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt and Mr. Avalon on her behalf, demanding an explanation. Why are you silent now? Co forward."
"Tsk tsk, I’d advise everyone to stop ntioning them. Look, think about it – we’ve ntioned them so many tis and they still haven’t co out, maybe they’re dead."
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...
Caryn Zachmann’s trial began at ten in the morning.
Celine Tucker was the earliest to arrive, getting there by eight-thirty.
Hendrik Zachmann and other Zachmann family relatives arrived a bit later; Hendrik first made a trip to the hospital and then joined the others.
They arrived at the courthouse at ten past nine.
Outside the courthouse were mostly reporters and dia personnel, with various caras pointing at them. The Zachmann family relatives wished they could cover their faces, trying to avoid the lenses as they walked, eager to enter the courthouse quickly to avoid being photographed and shad alongside Caryn Zachmann.
At nine-forty, Audrick Zachmann also arrived.
Due to his special status, he took the rear entrance, where there weren’t many people, so only a few reporters captured his arrival.
When Audrick arrived, the jury seats were nearly full.
Wearing a duckbill cap and a mask, he covered most of his face, found Hendrik Zachmann’s seat, and walked over.
"Bro."
He called out to Hendrik.
Hendrik saw him, his eyes moved slightly, and subconsciously looked behind him. But behind Audrick was empty, only him alone.
Hendrik felt an indescribable disappointnt, forcing a smile and greeted Audrick: "You’re here. Find a seat."
"Yeah." Audrick didn’t say much, found a seat next to him, and then raised an eyebrow to ask, "Where’s Mom?"
"She’s still talking to Mr. Avalon," Hendrik said calmly.
Audrick didn’t want to continue asking, figuring it would only increase his own frustration.
After sitting down, he focused on his phone, mainly browsing Twitter and sending ssages to Amadeus Yancey to ask if he would co.
anwhile, Hendrik couldn’t hold back. Seeing him on his phone, he hesitated before speaking, "That... Audrick... Nathalie she..."
Audrick, having just scrolled through a few hot search topics on Twitter, heard Hendrik’s voice, turned his head, and saw his older brother’s hesitant expression. He understood imdiately, lowering his eyelids and saying indifferently, "I didn’t ask if she would co, so I don’t know if Nathalie will be here. Asking won’t help, but I do hope she doesn’t co."
This last sentence was directed at Hendrik, with only the words missing that he hoped Nathalie Quinlan wouldn’t co, lest she gets tangled up with family relatives looking for her help to bail soone out.
Hendrik’s face grew warm, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he initially wanted to say two sentences to him.
But seeing Audrick’s indifferent profile, he swallowed his words, silently turning his face, awaiting the start of the court trial...
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