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.

a

another visitor." The officer rapped the bars with

BUZZ!

of the cell door. As usual, the

earn a flat look from the officer. She

to the officer, allowing herself to be cuffed. Visits meant going through multiple checkpoints. She'd

on the

only scary ones-the officers were, too. Compassion wasn't expected when they were dealing with the most dangerous

BUZZ!

loud buzz echoed. She was starting to get used to these sharp, mechanical sounds. The door to the visitation booth

rise from

form in her throat, her neck tightening. But Cassandra held back her tears as the

the officer said, standing in the

one visit per day, three times a week. But thanks

offered a soft smile through the glass, her brows knitting when

Cassandra was okay because clearly, she wasn't. Kiara's own eyes reddened as

a long time. Cassandra could see how Kiara immediately held back her tears. And for some reason, that subtle effort broke her.

I'll cry," Kiara blurted, pressing her palm to the glass as if

Cassandra couldn't stop

for the first five minutes of their fifteen-minute visit, the two just sat

again," Cassandra finally whispered when she found her voice. She

too, trying—and failing-to force a smile. "They tried to

her hands were cuffed. "I'm not getting out. I don't think I ever

like that, the fear consumed her

herself she

passing day, every rejection, that

she were convicted,

by execution, then... she might take her own