Chapter 281 The Accused

• Timothy's heart raced as the officers escorted him through the towering corridors of the courthouse. He tried to mask his unease, but the fear that gripped his gut was undeniable. Each step echoed like a grim reminder of his uncertain fate.
• He was thrust into a cold, dimly lit holding cell. The iron bars slammed shut behind him with a jarring finality. Timothy's eyes swept the room, taking in the bare walls and the hard, wooden bench in front of him. A bag with a change of clothes was thrown his way, and he’d barely gotten a grip on it before being shoved backward.
• "What's going on? Why am I here?" Timothy demanded, his voice edged with frustration as the cell doors slid shut. His pulse thrummed in his temples as he looked at the two officers standing behind the steel bars.