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

Chapter 1595: She was not alone in this

[Anteca Correctional Facility]

It wasn't like Cassandra had high expectations. It wasn't like she didn't know her father's concerns were genuine. He might be submissive to her grandfather, but Cassandra was his daughter-his flesh and blood.

But still... in the Smith family, only Senator Smith's words mattered.

He was the only one with real power and connections. Her parents and everyone else? They just relied on the senator's influence. Without it, they were nothing.

She used to think that was normal. But as she grew older-especially now, in this situation—she loathed it. She couldn't help but feel pathetic. Her parents were pathetic. And so was she.

"Hey, pretty face! Stop sobbing or I'll shut you up!"

Cassandra flinched at the bark from another inmate in a nearby cell.

"Someone's trying to nap here!" another shouted. "Shut up!"

"If I hear another whimper, I'll kill you, bitch!" a third snapped.

Cassandra clamped her hand over her mouth, muffling her sobs. She squeezed herself into the corner of the bunk bed, tears now flowing more freely.

The women here weren't friendly. On her first day, someone had already warned her not to be a nuisance. Otherwise, she'd "get it." She didn't want to know what "it" meant, so she tried to be as quiet as possible. Even then, she understood that silence would only buy her a little time before she became someone's target.

And she was sure of that.

God...

She shuddered, closing her eyes as her shoulders trembled. She wouldn't survive this place.

She didn't know it, but in her first life, Penny had told herself the same thing-until the beatings became too much. The difference was, Cassandra had no brother to please. She was never compelled to take up martial arts or fight back. So her chances of surviving this were slim.

misery to herself, a sharp voice rang

visitor." The officer rapped

BUZZ!

cell door. As usual, the officer stepped

from the officer. She

Visits meant going through

on the way, but the officer ignored

place, the inmates weren't the only scary ones-the officers were, too. Compassion wasn't expected when they were dealing with the most dangerous criminals in the country.

BUZZ!

used to these

inside, Cassandra saw Kiara rise from her

a lump form in her throat, her neck tightening. But Cassandra held back her tears as the officer locked her

the officer said, standing in the booth's

prisoners like Cassandra were granted one visit per day, three times a week. But thanks to her grandfather pulling strings, she

smile through the glass, her brows knitting when she noticed the

quivered. She couldn't even ask if Cassandra was okay because clearly, she wasn't. Kiara's own eyes reddened as she swallowed the lump

see how Kiara immediately held back her tears. And for some reason, that subtle effort broke

cry," Kiara blurted, pressing her palm to the glass

couldn't

first five minutes of their fifteen-minute

found her voice. She sniffled hard. "Ki... I don't

smile. "They tried to appeal again for

with her shoulder, since her hands were cuffed. "I'm not getting out. I don't think

like that, the fear consumed

arrest, she'd told herself she was

passing day, every rejection, that belief

she were convicted, she

then... she might take