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 and the detective turn toward the

allowed—" The detective took a step toward the door, only to stop when he noticed a colleague standing beside Penny,

gaze to the table. Patricia was pinned against it, one wrist already cuffed, while the officer prepared

at Patricia. Then, without hesitation, she strode into the

her sharp gaze to the officer.

is this woman even in here?" he demanded, unaware of the

hand landed on the back of his

SMACK!

the back of his head, hard enough to make him stumble slightly, his grip loosening on Patricia's

assaulted

her. "It's not

"Accide―"

SMACK!

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

arrested for

officer, but

wasn't even an assault, but here Penny was, doing the exact same thing Patricia

for right in the

at her hand before locking eyes

You're under

anyone." A new voice rang out, her

stormed into the room, her tone livid. A few others

head to toe before turning her

if

with restrained fury.

since they shouldn't be here

face turned red as he glared at Grace,

argue, his