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

on his way," the detective explained. "However, as he said, this is just a routine questioning. We're not your enemies here. If you're innocent, we won't keep you long. But how

opened, then closed, torn between the boiling frustration in her heart and the fear that this could ruin her life. Not now. Not when she was just starting

listen?!" she screamed in frustration. "I didn't slap her unprovoked! And I didn't do this! But you're not listening

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

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

about?!" Patricia's voice pitched higher. "I don't want to be here!

watched as Patricia lost her temper. Every response they gave only seemed to fuel her frustration, as if

go!" she screamed, slamming her

while the detective, in

darting her eyes between them. "What are you doing what do you

in the

visibly distressed. He ran a hand through his hair nervously, his tie already

him. One was passed out, but even from

their own business, bol

his big physique,

among them.

best of him, and now he was behind bars—unable to help Patricia when she needed help

"Excuse me..."

familiar cold voice made Shawn lift his head. His eyes widened when he saw Teddy walking into the

didn't dwell on it. He

in a hushed voice, waving

the big guy inside the cramped jail cell. He bobbed his head up

Miss Miller?"