A girl was dressed in prison uniform in a freezing cage, curling up in the corner with hands around her knees.

She stared blankly ahead and was lifeless. If the guards had not known she was still alive, they would have thought that the young woman was already dead.

What brought the girl back to her senses was the sudden voice.

"Miss Smith, how do you feel about your sister's patricide?"

"It simply devastated me." The familiar voice reached Sarah Smith's ears and made her pupils constrict abruptly. Then, she tilted her head to look over at the source of the sound.

A guard was sitting outside with a tablet in front of him, and a video clip of Amy Smith being interviewed was playing on the device at this moment.

Sarah could see the video clearly from her visual angle, and she clenched her teeth in hatred upon seeing the radiant countenance on the screen.

"I genuinely didn't expect my elder sister to do such a horrible thing," Amy Smith continued, "I'm sure you all know, my sister has a poor reputation and has made a lot of mistakes, but Dad never blamed her and loved her as much as ever no matter how ridiculous and huge those blunders were. However, she actually..."

At this point, Amy suddenly raised her hands to cover her face and sobbed softly, appearing sad.

Darren Lewis, who was beside Amy, took her by the shoulders and softly comforted her by saying, "Amy, cheer up. That kind of person is not worth your crying for. Also, she has got her due punishment and will spend the rest of her life in prison."

Amy shook her head and said in a self-reproach tone of voice, "It's all my fault. If I had noticed my sister's anomaly earlier, this tragedy wouldn't have happened, and Dad wouldn't have..."

Amy could not go on, covering her face in tears.

"Miss Smith is so kind-hearted. She still volunteers to shoulder the blame at this time."

"In sharp contrast, Sarah Smith is a monster. I mean, President Smith is her father, no matter how. How could she have killed her father? That's extremely cruel."

"People like her are the dregs of our society. They should die."

"Exactly. Life imprisonment is not enough to atone for her crime. She should be sentenced to death."

"You know what? I'd rather see her being tortured endlessly and envy the dead."

The reporters kept praising Amy's kindness and reviling Sarah's heartlessness.

At the severe abuse, Sarah shook her head ceaselessly and muttered to herself, "No, I didn't kill Dad. She, Amy Smith, is the one who killed our father. Not me."

Upon hearing the mumbling, the guard turned back to look into Sarah's tear-filled eyes. He snorted with disdain, then taunted the girl.

"What are you looking at? You're nothing but a heartless monster who even killed your own father. A monster like you should die. Where did you get the nerve to keep alive?"

Sarah somehow wanted to defend herself after listening to the invective in the video, looking at the disdain on the guard's face. "It was not me. I didn't kill my father. It's Amy. Amy and Monica. It's them."

Sarah abruptly felt a twinge in her heart, and she fell to the ground and curled up, her pale hands tightly gripping the front of her uniform. She felt like a million ants were gnawing her internal organs, and it was so painful that she could barely breathe normally.