Chapter 0175

The next day, Amelia sat beside Mr. Timberlake's hospital bed, her eyes fixed on his frail form. Half of his face was paralyzed, a stark reminder of the stroke he had suffered. But as she gazed at him, her attention was diverted to the TV screen mounted on the wall.

Breaking news flashed on the screen, and Amelia's heart skipped a beat as she saw a man covered in white cloth being carried on a cart inside an emergency bus. The news caster's voice was somber, "Tragedy struck last night at the local prison, where inmate Smith Greenfield was found dead in the prison toilet. Authorities are still investigating the circumstances surrounding his death."

Amelia rose to her feet, trembling uncontrollably as tears streamed down her face. She felt like she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had hoped that Uncle Smith would be released, that he would be safe. But now, he was gone.

Even though she didn’t want him anywhere aro