Kasper Edith's words, to put it simply, were just three words—"you are ill."
However, he said it in a very elegant manner.
It was precisely because of this elegance that Jane Bell was left without any rebuttal.
Her chest rose and fell violently as she gritted her teeth and retorted.
"So, Mr. Edith, are you admitting that you're ill?"
"Indeed." Kasper Edith shrugged lightly, "I have a nervous breakdown, and sometimes suffer from insomnia. From a psychological standpoint, it's considered a mild sleep disorder."
If that could also be considered an illness, then most people in the city would have this illness, including the judge and the panel members present, as well as Jane Bell herself.
Jane Bell secretly gritted her teeth.
"Kasper Edith, don't think that by playing word games with me, you can cover up the truth."
Jane Bell took a deep breath, her sharp eyes glanced at Reese Harris, who was covering her mouth and laughing quietly, and her gaze returned to Kasper Edith.
