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

Chapter 1593: Your father is pathetic

"I'm innocent! And you can't even get me bail. How the hell are you going to prove my innocence once the trial starts?!"

Cassandra's jaw clenched like a vise, her sharp eyes stinging everyone in the room. If only she could lash out more, she would have. Her lawyer and her father frowned at her outburst, but chose to remain patient.

"Cassandra," Mr. Smith said, trying to calm her. "We're already doing our best-"

"Then your best isn't enough!" she snapped, yanking her hand away from him. "Dad, tell me—do you even believe that I'm innocent?"

"Of course-"

"Do you really?!"

Mr. Smith paused-not because he didn't know what to say, but because he knew that words would only stoke her frustration.

Tears spilled from Cassandra's eyes as she ran her fingers through her hair in distress. Ever since she was arrested, all she had heard were empty promises. They kept telling her they were doing their best, that she would be out soon.

But those were just lies.

Why was she even frustrated?

It wasn't like she hadn't expected the worst. Even though she'd told herself the night before not to hope too much, a small part of her still clung to the idea that the truth would prevail. That her innocence would shine through.

That the system wouldn't fail her-not because she was the granddaughter of a public servant, but because she was truly innocent.

Slumping back into her chair, Cassandra whimpered quietly.

"I'm going to die here," she sobbed, her voice barely audible, looking up at them with no trace of bravado. "They'll kill me here."

If not the inmates, then the justice system.

but she

moved his chair closer, his eyes gleaming with genuine concern. She was still his daughter-his flesh and blood. And right now, he felt just as powerless and helpless as she did, especially

her.

lips quivered as her voice cracked. "And what are you going to

No answer.

they couldn't even get her bail, then what could

she believe

lawyer chimed in, keeping a composed tone. "But the court still doesn't find the appeal valid. This just shows they're favoring

you think that's supposed to make me feel-what? Reassured?" she scoffed, glaring at him. "Weren't

Smith, I understand you're upset, but that's no reason to

jail?" she cut him off, her voice low and combative, tears still streaking her cheeks. "You told me to trust you. You said I wouldn't spend a single night in prison. And where

yet another rejected bail request, she knew there would be

come here anymore. If this is your best, good for you. But if you're only coming here to

up. She wiped her cheeks dry, her neck

he whispered, but she

door, which was

her wrists to be cuffed and escorted back

could only stare at the door, even

with a weary sigh. "Cassandra didn't mean any of it. I hope you understand-she's

Smith." The lawyer nodded.

the lawyer checked

leave now. The Senator still has meetings that

a trace of concern for Cassandra's growing despair. He walked out like this was

watching until the man disappeared from view. His

he shifted his gaze to the door

as if the words could reach her.

the only person I know who

his father was more