Hobart concealed his emotions. "I regret what happened to your friend, but I still have to tell you that he needs a lawyer to defend him. Otherwise, not only will he have to pay compensation, he will also face imprisonment."
"Oh, Storm Above!" Dailun said agitatedly. "Bill drives best after drinking! It was that damned tobacco merchant who didn't understand the rules of navigation on the river at all! That cursed profiteer—no one was even hurt, yet he insists on sending Bill to prison..."
Hobart waited quietly for the other man to vent his emotions before saying, "If you want me to defend your friend Bill, have Bill's family bring the indictment and relevant materials to the Law Firm tomorrow or Saturday."
Dailun then asked the question almost every client asked, "Can we win this case?"
"I need to review the plaintiff's indictment before I can give you a specific answer." As Hobart answered, he took out paper and a pen from his Briefcase and wrote down the Law Firm's address.
Dailun put away the address, thanked Hobart and Jacob, then hurried off.
Hobart also bid Jacob farewell and promised to return in a few days.
By the time he took a carriage back to the Law Firm, it was already past three in the afternoon.
Hobart took out the third case Barton had given him and began studying it again. This case was not urgent, so Hobart had placed it last.
In fact, Hobart had already reviewed these materials several times, but right now he only wanted to sit quietly until he got off work. At the very least, he had to look like he was busy.
"Hobart!" While Hobart was slacking off, a colleague said to him, "A client has specifically requested that you defend her client."
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