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.

not have been a legal expert, but she knew her case was headed toward the death

Smith 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

at her. "You're not going to die

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

No answer.

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

could she believe them

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

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

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

spent a night in jail?" she cut him off, her voice low and combative, tears still streaking her cheeks. "You told me to trust you. You said I

rejected bail request, she knew

But if you're only coming here to deliver more bad news, then

cheeks dry, her neck tight with

please..." he whispered, but she

on the door, which was promptly opened

to

lawyer could only stare at the door, even after it

Smith said, turning to the lawyer with a weary sigh.

Mr. Smith." The

as the lawyer checked his phone, then

leave now. The Senator still has meetings that require my

trace of concern for Cassandra's growing despair. He walked out like this was just another minor case he could

Smith remained seated for a while, watching until the man

gaze to the door Cassandra had exited

my best," he whispered, as if the words could reach

is the only person I know who might be able

was more focused