At ten o'clock in the morning, Luke and Daisy hurried to the courthouse and met in a conference room designated by the judge.

There were three people in attendance from the other side: Cabin Posia, lawyer Avery Bruce, and a middle-aged man who looked very much like Cabin Posia.

Luke sized up the three people and his gaze fell on Cabin Posia, "Kid, your new hairstyle isn't bad."

Cabin Posia gave him the middle finger.

Luke laughed, "You're still as polite as ever, really warms my heart for your parents."

Lawyer Avery interjected, "Hey, don't provoke my client. We're here to settle outside of court, not to cause trouble. Attorney Daisy, I hope your client can also bring some sincerity to the table."

"You should know that my client is a police officer. He is very busy with his work. The fact that he was able to make it to the negotiation already shows enough sincerity," Daisy said.

"Also, congratulations to your client on his successful bail."

Attorney Avery, used to these verbal skirmishes, showed no change in expression. He flipped open a file and said, "My client deeply regretted the theft incident and immediately joined the outside court settlement upon being bailed out. He has recognized his mistake profoundly, but due to financial constraints, he is unable to pay the $40,000 in financial compensation that your side has demanded. We hope both parties can discuss a reasonable compensation amount."

"Your client spent $12,000 to modify my client's Harley without permission, which shows that he has substantial financial capability. The so-called 'unable to pay' seems more like an attitude problem to me," Daisy retorted.

"As far as my client is concerned, money isn't the most important thing, the attitude is.

If we can't feel his sincerity, then what's the point of reaching an outside court settlement?"

"Moreover, I want to ask your client, when spending a considerable sum of money on modifying the Harley, did he ever consider my client's feelings, or worry about his own financial ability?"

"If not, I think it's not a matter of ability, but an excuse."

Cabin Posia showed an angry expression, "You're just vampires. His Harley wasn't even worth $20,000 in total, and you dare to demand $40,000 in compensation, enough to buy two brand new Harleys.

You're extorting under the guise of the law."

Cabin Posia wanted to say more but was stopped by his lawyer.

"Although my client is a bit agitated, he's right. The compensation you're asking for is indeed unreasonable, far exceeding the value of the Harley itself."

Daisy shook her head, "Not everything can be measured in money.

That Harley was my client's beloved possession, it has been with him for a long time, through many good times. It's not just a means of transportation; to my client, it's more like a friend and family. In my client's heart, it is alive. To measure its value with money is not only an insult to it but also to my client."

With a soft sigh, Luke agreed, "Exactly, you transformed my Harley beyond recognition, making it emotionally unacceptable to me, creating a distance in my thoughts.

Many of our cherished memories... are now hard to retrieve. That's my greatest loss." Luke pointed to his head, "My spirit has also been traumatized. You should reflect and repent more profoundly, instead of questioning me in return."

Clenching his teeth and containing his anger, Cabin Posia growled, "I've had enough of your hypocritical lies, all nice-sounding talk about cherished memories and emotional loss, but in the end, it's all about money.

I won't give it to you.

If you can't accept the modifications to the Harley, I can pay to have it restored to the way it was, to match your memory exactly. How about that? No need for compensation then?"

Daisy countered, "Some things, once done, cannot be undone. If you spill water on the ground, even if you gather it up again, it remains dirty water.

If you go to a hospital for cosmetic surgery and are not satisfied with the results, asking for compensation,

and the hospital agrees to perform the surgery again to restore your original appearance, would you believe them? Would you agree?

It's not possible."

Cabin Posia glared at Luke, "OK, then there's no need to talk any further, we'll see you in court.

I'd rather pay the lawyer than give anything to a bastard like you."

Luke smiled, "Attorney Avery, your client is really attentive. I believe your relationship must be very good."

"Ring ring ring..."

A cell phone ringtone sounded.

The owner of the phone was Cabin Posia's father.

Although he had come along, he had remained silent throughout, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Sorry, I need to take this call," said Cabin's father, leaving the conference room quickly.

"Principal, is there something wrong?"

"Vice Principal Posia, where are you right now?"

"Uh... I'm outside, dealing with some personal matters."

"You're not at the courthouse, are you?"

Cabin Posia hesitated for a moment before replying, "How did you know?"

"OMG, are you actually at the courthouse? Your son really got arrested for theft?"

"Principal, it's not what you think. It's a bit complicated. Cabin is a good kid; he's just a bit immature in dealing with things."

"Vice Principal Posia, I don't want to interfere with your family matters, but I don't want this to affect the reputation of our school."

"It won't, I assure you."

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