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.

have been a legal expert, but she knew her case was headed toward the

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

be fine," he said gently, nodding at her. "You're

what are you going to do to make sure

No answer.

even get her bail,

she believe

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

feel-what? Reassured?" she scoffed, glaring at him. "Weren't you one of

I understand you're upset, but that's

to trust you. You said

rejected bail request, she knew

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

wiped her cheeks dry, her neck tight with tension as she turned

please..." he whispered, but she had already

was promptly

to be cuffed and escorted

father and her lawyer could only stare at the door, even after it

to the lawyer with a weary sigh. "Cassandra didn't

Smith." The lawyer nodded. "I'll

Mr. Smith watched as the lawyer checked his phone, then

The Senator still has meetings that require

hesitation, without a trace of concern for Cassandra's growing despair.

remained seated for a while, watching until the

gaze to the door Cassandra had exited

if the words could reach

know who

his father was more