Chapter 0173

Uncle Smith sat in the prison cafeteria, eating his lunch, when a warden approached him. "Hey! Fool, you have a call. Come with me to answer it." The warden's voice was firm and very unkind.

Uncle Smith's curiosity was piqued as he followed the warden to the phone stand. Who could be calling him? He hadn't had a visitor in weeks, and his phone calls were few and far between. As he walked, he wondered if it might be his lawyer, calling with some update on his case. Or maybe it was a friend, checking in to see how he was doing.

But as he reached the phone stand and picked up the receiver, he heard a voice that made his heart skip a beat. "Hello, Uncle Smith," Amelia said, her voice warm and familiar.

He immediately looked around, covering the speaker with his hand, whispering harshly, "Amelia? What’s going on? Why are you just calling me now? Why haven't I been released yet? Have you forgotten about me? I thought you were working on getting me out of here."

Amelia's voice was apologetic