American law does not protect the party at fault during a divorce.
Most of the time, the law tends to protect women, and the "party at fault" here of course refers to women.
For many middle-aged men, "ex-wife" is the most devastating weapon.
Once these men get divorced, it is impossible for them to be clean-handed and they will have to bear a huge debt.
It is not uncommon for men to be middle class before marriage and go bankrupt after divorce.
For this reason, more and more Americans choose not to get married. Some families have two or three children, but the host and hostess are still not formally married.
This is largely because the cost of divorce is too high for most people, so high that they do not have the courage to get married.
Once this woman loses this protection, her husband can get away with it unscathed and can even ask for a share of her property.
Alarm bells rang in her heart, and she quickly shook her head: "No, we just had an argument."
Luke was a little unconvinced: "I just heard that you accused her of attempted murder?"
His eyes moved to the slender and petite figure next to him.
The man and woman looked at each other and shook their heads in unison: "No, you heard it wrong. We just had a few arguments. Now everything is fine. We'll leave right away."
Luke raised his hand: "That also requires the consent of this lady. Otherwise, I must make a formal record of you and record your identity ID to prevent you from complaining about NYPD's inaction in the future..."
"It's just a quarrel, can you ask them to leave quickly?" The petite figure in front of him lowered her head and said sullenly.
Luke said "oh" and looked at the couple again.
The man and woman were at a loss: "What's wrong?"
Luke: "Do I need to tell you to leave quickly and stop wasting NYPD's police resources?"
The man and woman were stunned for two seconds before they realized that this meant they were told to get out.
But after being tormented by Luke, they no longer dared to be as arrogant as before. They were not like the Soderbergh family and had no right to boss NYPD around.
Hearing these straightforward words to drive them away, the two men felt depressed, but they turned around without hesitation and ran out of the lobby of the detective bureau.
Luke raised his hand and gestured: "Come over and sit down, and explain the situation, Miss Jones."
When Jessica Jones heard his voice, she couldn't help but look up at his face again, then quickly lowered her head and followed him.
When they got to the desk, Luke pulled over a chair nearby and motioned for her to sit down. He snatched a bag of small cakes from the dog-head hiding under the desk, opened it and placed it in front of Jessica: "Homemade snacks, try them, and talk slowly."
Jessica stared blankly at the two small cakes sticking out of the brown paper bag, feeling an inexplicable feeling in her heart.
Luke rummaged in the drawer again and put a box of milk in it: “If it’s too dry, you can drink some milk.”
After holding the cake for a moment, Jessica put it back into the bag: "Someone took the initiative to find me and asked me to help investigate the man's cheating. It turned out that these two people set a plan to lure me out and wanted to settle the score with me."
Luke: “Huh?”
Jessica: "It's just what you think. I once investigated that woman. Her husband wanted to divorce her, but he didn't want to go bankrupt."
Luke: "If she makes a big deal out of this, won't she still lose the case?"
Jessica: "Even if this didn't happen, she would have probably lost anyway. If this happened, it would have made her lose for sure. If she had any sense, she wouldn't have found a boyfriend during the critical period of divorce."
Luke was speechless and could only change the subject a little: "Why do they accuse you of murder?"
Jessica: "Because I smashed the place where they were having an affair, maybe they were afraid that I would smash them too."
Luke was surprised: "Your firm also has the business of demolishing houses?"
Jessica rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Who told them to be so foul-mouthed? As if it was a big deal that I took a picture of her having sex."
Luke pondered: "Divorce is not a small matter, right?"
Jessica: "She was getting a divorce anyway, but this way she might not get the money. She's worried about the money, but she's not interested in saving her marriage."
Luke knew the general idea of the matter, but he had no interest in delving into it further.
He liked Jessica more, so he certainly wouldn't help the couple in this small dispute: "Ok, that's fine, you can leave anytime. Well, you can leave after you finish eating."
Having said that, he no longer paid attention to her and started looking up information on his computer.
Jessica was silent for a moment, stood up and took a step, but stopped, turned around, grabbed the cake paper bag on the table, and walked away quickly.
When her figure disappeared, Selina looked at him jokingly: "This doesn't seem to be very easy to tease, huh?"
Luke looked away from the screen and chuckled at her: If I hadn't been so determined last time, I would have been forced upon you. Would I have said such a thing
He didn't want to discourage the "naive" Selena, so he just let her have fun.
John, however, winked at Luke not far behind her, indicating that he should go to the rest room.
Luke stood up and took another bag of cake from the gold nugget under the table.
Gold Nugget made an "ooh" sound, perfunctorily expressing his dissatisfaction with someone snatching food from his mouth, and then took out the twenty-fifth bag of cakes from the box beside him and started eating.
Anyway, they are all common goods that can kill time, so just take them, Big Devil.
When they arrived at the lounge, Luke threw the paper bag in his hand over.
John, who had already sat on the sofa and sighed comfortably, raised his hand to take it, opened it, took out the cake and ate it without any hesitation: "You need something from me?"
Luke: “Everyone in the office has one.”
John's hand paused: "Everyone?"
Luke: “About 150 bags.”
John was speechless.
There are no more than 180 people in the detective bureau in this office area, and at most two-thirds of them come to the police station every day, which is really enough.
While chewing the cake, he mumbled, "You might as well open a pastry shop. You can make more money than being a detective."
Luke looked at him as if he were an idiot.
John is a typical example of a rough exterior but a careful interior. His careless actions and appearance cannot conceal his meticulousness as a top detective. As soon as he saw Luke's expression, he knew that he had said something wrong: "Well, isn't it?"
Luke: "If you hadn't blown up a floor of the Zhongfu Building and caused millions of dollars in damage, I think old man Aoki would have given you a personal reward of hundreds of thousands of dollars."
John curled his lips and said, "I was busy killing those guys who fired the RPGs... Wait, how did you know that Aoki would give out a personal reward?"
Luke smiled but said nothing.
John didn't need him to say anything more. He slapped himself on the forehead in frustration and said, "Then I lost hundreds of thousands of dollars, didn't I?"
Luke chuckled: "You can think of something good."
John: “Hmm?”
Luke: "Compared to the hundreds of thousands of dollars in rewards, it would be the happiest thing not to have to pay for the millions of dollars in losses. You can't ask NYPD to pay you back in Los Angeles."