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

Chapter 1619: I need a garden at this point.

Grace didn't linger long-she had left half her steak untouched. She told them she had another appointment today, leaving Hugo, Cassandra, and Kiara to enjoy the rest of the meal. After all, Grace had booked the place for her birthday celebration; they might as well eat to their heart's content.

"I should've listened to you earlier," Cassandra said, looking at Kiara while holding her hand. "I really should've..."

"But you did in the end," Kiara nodded, offering an encouraging smile. "That's what matters."

Cassandra's eyes softened as she imagined how things could've gone worse had she hesitated even a day longer. Just before she was escorted out today, some inmates had already marked her as a target. It wasn't just paranoia-her life would've been hell.

"Thank you," she whispered, gently squeezing Kiara's hand. "Thank you."

"I've got your back," Kiara replied, her smile widening. "And I mean that."

Cassandra believed her. The gratitude in her heart ran deep, but so did a warm, quiet appreciation. Of all her relationships, Kiara was the one thing she hadn't messed up.

As the two shared a moment, they both glanced at Hugo. Their faces twitched at the sight of the growing pile of plates in front of him. Well, it was a buffet-and Hugo was definitely making the most of it.

"Now that I think about it... why is he even here?" Cassandra asked, turning to Kiara.

Kiara chuckled, her smile returning. "Long story. He's actually the one who recommended Grace to me."

And now that Cassandra brought it up, Kiara recalled someone else who deserved thanks: Stephen Bennet.

If not for Stephen, Hugo wouldn't have met with Kiara that night. And if that hadn't happened, she never would've been introduced to such a competent lawyer. freewebnovel.com

Seeing Kiara smile at the memory, Cassandra found herself smiling too.

toward Cassandra's plate. "Look at you—you've lost so much weight. I

especially hungry, Cassandra knew she should eat. The prison food had been as bad as she expected-bland, meager,

never truly understood what it meant to live without freedom- until she lost it. And now,

the worst possible situation like training Grace for what she was exactly doing right now for Cassandra — just not to go back in that wretched

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appointment was

her deeply, and she wanted to give it her full attention, ensuring Cassandra would be released today. Even if it meant arguing with the warden, who seemed determined to stall

any of that,

walk beside her as she made her way to the office. "I heard the

and turned. "It

"And everyone's already talking

not happy

I'm

and resumed walking. As they reached her office, she

while

on the case

paused just before the door and turned to her. "What is it? Why

came in," the assistant said brightly. "I left the sunflowers

head. Before she could say more,

letter this time. I didn't open it, of course, but

a card."

a pink flush creeping across her cheeks. The assistant squealed

have a whole

you," Grace said with a nod, though she didn't continue the conversation. As much as she loved to talk about Haines all day, she knew now wasn't

her office. Unlike her usual