Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1401: Is this even legal?

Patricia sat in the interrogation room, balling her hands into tight fists. Ever since she had been brought to the station, they had just thrown her in this room and made her wait. Checking the time, the bitterness in her heart only grew.

If this didn't happen, Patricia would have started her final interview.

"Are you just going to waste my time here?!" Patricia yelled, glaring at the security camera in the corner of the room. "If you're going to question me, why not do it now?! Or are you all too busy trying to come up with ways to get out of this mess you got yourself into?!"

Clenching her teeth, Patricia felt like flipping the table out of frustration. Her morning had started better than it ever had, but these people just had to show up and ruin everything.

"Gosh..." she hissed, the corners of her eyes turning red. Tears of frustration welled up, but she refused to let them fall. "That bitch..."

Not long ago, Patricia had met with Cassandra's lawyer regarding the "assault" charges Cassandra had filed against her. Arrogant and unremorseful as she was, Patricia hadn't cared. If they wanted to take such a petty thing to court, then so be it. It wasn't like people went to jail for slapping someone.

But Cassandra must have known that, too. That's why she had staged another attack and framed Patricia for it—or at least, that's what Patricia assumed. Otherwise, the officers wouldn't have come for her.

"I swear..." she trailed off, biting her tongue as she glanced at the security camera. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she looked away, stopping herself from saying anything that could be used against her. She was already in a bad position; the last thing she needed was to give them a reason to detain her.

Still, how would she get out of here?

"This is such a headache," she mumbled, massaging her temple. "Penny better give me a second chance for this final interview. Ugh... this is so upsetting."

here, that woman wouldn't just

she wanted to stay out of jail. No matter how tempting the thought, Patricia would get back at

complained, glaring at the security camera. "Gosh. Is this even

how much she complained, no one answered her. All she could do was wait. Thankfully, after a few long minutes, the door finally opened. Patricia

entered was the same officer who had arrested her. The second man, however, wasn't in uniform, but the badge on his hip

casual clothing introduced himself as he took a seat across from

him," Patricia cut in sarcastically, barely holding back an eye-roll. "He's the one who detained me against my

you do understand why you're here, correct?" the detective asked, his tone calm

Patricia scoffed. "I'm here because this officer

no choice-you assaulted him. Do you realize you could be thrown in jail for assaulting an

your information, I didn't assault him. My ring was loose. It

if you hadn't been aggressive in the first

the detective incredulously. "Are you here to get the truth, or have you already decided what happened and now you're just trying to force me to confess? I was invited for questioning, but last I checked,

the crime is serious enough," the detective replied, clearing his throat, unbothered by her attitude. "Last night, Miss Cassandra Smith was attacked and she's been in the intensive care unit

in front of her. Deep lines appeared between Patricia's brows as she

blurry shots of a parking lot. A few showed a car pulling in. The next photo depicted a woman walking

following images captured the assailant striking Cassandra before fleeing. The last photo showed the getaway car-an identical make and model to

assumption.

said quickly, her instincts screaming that

can prove I was home all