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.

expert, but she knew

daughter-his flesh and blood. And

nodding at her. "You're not going to die

are

No answer.

bail,

she

is frustrating," the lawyer chimed in, keeping a composed tone. "But the court still doesn't find the appeal valid.

him. "Weren't you one of the best? You're the

you're upset, but that's no reason

trust you. You said I wouldn't spend a single night in prison. And where am I now? Have you counted how many

yet another rejected bail request, she knew there would be many more to

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

wiped her cheeks dry, her

he whispered, but she had already

on the door, which was promptly opened

her wrists to

lawyer could only stare

turning to the lawyer with a weary

do, Mr. Smith." The lawyer nodded. "I'll

the lawyer checked his phone, then

Senator still has meetings that require

for Cassandra's growing despair. He walked out like this

Smith remained seated for a while, watching until the

his gaze to the

my best," he whispered, as if the

I know who might be

his father was more focused on salvaging his presidential