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

Chapter 1580: As long as they get me out of here... I'll do whatever they say.

Penny shook her head mildly, rolling her eyes. At this point, she wasn't sure who to be frustrated with-Patricia, or herself for not being able to resist food.

In her defense, Mrs. Miller really did cook well. Not quite at Jessa's level, but it was still good.

"Moving on..." she muttered, turning her attention to the files Wild had originally come to drop off.

She reached for them, taking a deep breath as a flicker of determination lit up in her eyes. Opening the file, her jaw tightened.

Inside were the documents detailing the incident involving her and Haines from many years ago.

It wasn't a pleasant memory. Penny remembered something snapping inside her back then. Had it not been for Angel, she probably wouldn't even be here today.

Her gulp echoed in her ears as she stared at the police report before flipping the page. Soon, she reached some printed photos-images of her injuries, bruises, and the aftermath of that day—all there to remind her of the pain.

"And I still somehow feel every strike I took that day," she whispered, flipping further.

The next photos showed the place where they were nearly beaten to death. Blood was everywhere—some splattered, others smeared across the floor. But the most harrowing image was the pool of blood where Haines had almost bled out.

Then came graphic images of Haines's injuries. One photo showed a bone protruding from his leg, the result of brutal torture. Penny's fingers brushed over it, her stomach twisting, her breathing turning heavy. The next photo showed how his leg had turned black after being rushed to the hospital for emergency care.

There were also photos of both their faces-swollen and nearly unrecognizable. If Penny had to describe it, it was hell.

No wonder Wild had been displeased when she asked for these files.

It had been a horrible time for everyone involved-Wild, Angel, Haines, Penny, and even Dean.

Anyone who saw these would wonder: How could a human being be capable of this?

"And to think I've had plenty of fights in prison," she murmured. "And my face swelled like this too in my first life..."

Yet this pain felt different.

Penny let out a sharp huff and closed the file. Her gaze was sharp with resolve. She hadn't asked for these just to relive the pain. She needed them for a reason.

anyone to see-but there

at Anteca Correctional

her grandfather, father, and lawyer. Unlike her last visitation with

filing another appeal tomorrow," the lawyer said, finally looking at Cassandra. "This time,

media ambushes you outside the courthouse. Just remember to

to them. She

"I know it's

chimed in. "The Senator and your father have been reaching

Cassandra studied their expressions.

could she forget that part of her life before this was spent studying people— their thoughts, body language, and the subtle truths hidden in

today, these people didn't carry an ounce of the desperation Kiara had in her eyes. Not even the slightest of

to lose sleep over me, she thought, scanning their faces. But they really do

laughed, but couldn't bring

tension in her throat, "...that I'm innocent, and this is just a smear campaign against the

lawyer replied with a nod. "It may not change everything, but it will help sway

she asked quietly. "Their opinion

followed. Senator Smith

us before your arrest," he said firmly. "We didn't have to do any of this. But

father, looked nervous. "Father, Cassandra's just tired. It's stressful here. I'm sure she didn't mean it like

to get answers,

do what the lawyer says,

hand and nodding. "We're appealing again. If it works, you'll be

faces again.

wasn't like she

herself drifting Their voices grew faint, and before she knew it, she was back in her cell, the buzz of the facility ringing in her ears as the

dinner but time worked

might hear good news. She might be released. But somewhere deep inside, she felt no joy. Nothing to look forward

long as they get me out of here... I'll do whatever

she closed her eyes and held on to the

rejected again... she didn't know

hadn't thought

that, Cassandra spent another night in this small,