But clearly, she was destined to be disappointed.
In front of the courthouse's main gate, apart from a group of people hysterically clamoring for her death penalty, there were only journalists and media endlessly capturing her in her embarrassing state with cameras and microphones.
The sunlight was glaring at this moment, and combined with the continuous flickering of flashlights and lenses reflecting blinding light, Victoria Carter could only gaze for a while before her eyes became very sore.
Instinctively raising her hand to shield her eyes, she still couldn't manage to open them, and a string of teardrops rolled down her cheeks.
"Look––! She's crying!"
"Serves her right! Now she knows how to cry, why didn't she think of today's consequences when she was making and selling those harmful things back then!"
"Yes, crocodile tears! We firmly demand the death penalty!"
