Chapter 228: A Sister's Prayer

Amelia's steps echoed softly as she entered the hospital chapel. The hospital chapel enveloped Amelia in a hushed sanctuary, a refuge from the cacophony of beeping monitors and hurried footsteps echoing through the sterile corridors. The air carried a faint scent of incense, mingling with the soft whispers of prayers that lingered like a gentle breeze. Shafts of golden light filtered through stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns of color upon the polished wooden pews. Each ray seemed to carry with it a sense of divine presence, bathing the chapel in an ethereal glow that soothed Amelia's frayed nerves. The altar, adorned with a simple cloth of white linen, stood as the focal point of the chapel, bathed in the flickering light of countless candles. Their flames danced in a hypnotic rhythm, casting dancing shadows upon the walls and ceiling, as if performing a silent prayer of their own. Above the altar, a crucifix hung solemnly, its figure illuminated by the