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

Chapter 1402: Can you not think of the final interview for one second?

"So, it's not impossible that someone who assaulted a person without reason would attack again-especially if that person had pressed charges against them."

For a second, Patricia froze, staring blankly at the detective. Her hands trembled in her lap, her heart pounding against her chest.

Patricia wasn't a good person. She wasn't kind. She had done plenty of terrible things to people. And most of the time, when she was accused of something, it was true.

She had been foolish enough to take a side gig and try to deceive even Zoren Pierson. She had let her mother embarrass herself by allowing her to misunderstand Zoren's "kindness" when Patricia was caught. She treated people as if they were beneath her. She had even tried to ruin her brother's and father's hard work by attempting to sell information about the buyout.

In other words, Patricia was selfish, foolish, and just plain awful.

She could admit that.

She had no excuses for her past behavior. No justifications. But if there was one thing she stood by, it was this: she never denied the things she had done. If she did something wrong, she owned up to it—not out of remorse, but because she refused to let anyone frame her. Again.

Yet now, that feeling the creeping sensation of being accused of something she hadn't done was slithering up her spine once again. It was the same feeling she had years ago, crawling back into her heart.

Looking at the officer and the detective, she swallowed hard. "I want a lawyer," she whispered, already sensing that these two had made up their minds for something she didn't do.

She didn't do it.

Had she known this was going to happen, she would have gladly beaten Cassandra herself. At least then, if she was arrested, she'd have the satisfaction

of knowing she had taught that woman a lesson. But she hadn't!

"Miss Miller, this is just a simple question," the officer chimed in. "You don't need a lawyer."

Patricia's voice rose, fear creeping into her chest. "Why won't you let me call a

way," the detective explained. "However, as he said, this is just a routine questioning. We're not

then closed, torn between the boiling frustration in her heart and the fear that this could ruin her

told you! Why don't you listen?!" she screamed in frustration. "I didn't slap her unprovoked!

I calm down when you're not even listening?!" she shouted. "I didn't do it! What else do you want me to

down. Otherwise, we'll have to detain you for this behavior,"

Patricia's voice pitched higher. "I don't want to be

detective and officer simply watched as Patricia lost her temper. Every response they gave only seemed to fuel her frustration, as if that had

she screamed, slamming her hands on the

from his seat, while

Patricia paused, darting her eyes between them. "What are you doing what do you think

in the same

in the corner of the jail cell, visibly distressed. He ran a hand through his hair nervously, his tie already loosened, his clothes disheveled. The other men in

him. One was passed out, but even from a distance, the stench of alcohol clung to

own business, bol

intimidating. Even with his big physique, Shawn

among them.

to himself, regretting his actions. His nerves had gotten the best of

"Excuse me..."

Teddy walking into the station. Beside him was a

didn't dwell on it. He immediately stood, gripping the

he called out in a hushed voice, waving to

had just entered, turned to the sound of Shawn's voice. His eyes locked onto the big guy inside the cramped jail cell. He bobbed his head up

Miller?"