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

Chapter 1403: My hand slipped

"Get off of me!" Patricia screamed as she was once again slammed onto the table, her hands wrenched behind her. "Stop! This is illegal!"

The officer, cuffing her once more, gazed at her coldly. "Miss Miller, if you weren't being aggressive, this wouldn't be happening." He pressed her wrist harder against her back, drawing a shriek from her.

"You're hurting me!" she screamed, nearly biting her tongue from the pain in her wrist. "Ouch! It hurts!"

The detective in the room simply watched as the officer restrained Patricia once again. "Miss Miller, if I were you, I'd calm down. For now, we're detaining you. Hopefully, the next time we meet, you'll be more cooperative in answering our questions."

Despite the searing pain in her wrist and shoulder from the officer's rough

handling, Patricia glared at the detective, her teeth clenched. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill onto her cheeks. It wasn't just anger or frustration tightening her chest-it was the sheer, crushing weight of helplessness.

Why?

Why was this happening when she was finally trying to do the right thing?

Why, just when she had finally chosen the right path, was the universe testing her?

Why... was she so powerless?

Above all, why today? When she had her final interview?!

Her vision blurred, and she bit down on her lip to keep the tears at bay. A sinking feeling pooled in her stomach-this was just the beginning of a nightmare. She had been asking for a phone call, but these officers ignored her. And she doubted they had even contacted a lawyer, despite her requests.

Just as Patricia squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear escaping down her cheek, a loud BAM! echoed through the room.

She flinched, eyes flying open. There, a figure stood in the doorway.

Her vision was still blurred with tears, but she could feel the sudden drop in temperature. When she blinked hard and cleared her sight, her brows shot up.

the officer

The detective took a step toward the door, only to stop when he noticed a colleague standing beside Penny, holding the door open.

her gaze to the table. Patricia was

without hesitation, she strode into the room,

sharp gaze to the officer. "I'm

frowned. "Miss-I mean, Detective Lander, why is this woman even in here?" he demanded, unaware of the officer standing behind

a hand landed

SMACK!

enough to make him stumble slightly, his grip loosening

just assaulted an

her. "It's not

"Accide―"

SMACK!

whirlwind of the past few minutes, stood frozen in shock. Her pale

was arrested

but it

but here Penny was, doing the exact same

right in

remarked flatly, glancing at her hand before locking eyes with the officer. "My

You're

A new voice rang out, her tone

the room, her tone livid. A

beside Penny, Grace scanned her from head to toe before turning her fiery glare on

if the

finger into his chest. Her voice shook with restrained fury. "I could easily start listing the offenses you've committed, aside from violating my client's

them with me since they shouldn't be here in

turned red as he glared at Grace, clearly

he could argue, his eyes darted toward