Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1595

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.

As she kept her misery to herself, a sharp voice rang out from a female officer.

"You’ve got another visitor." The officer rapped the bars with her baton. "Get up."

BUZZ!

Cassandra snapped her eyes open at the sharp buzz of the cell door. As usual, the officer stepped in and repeated, "Get up."

"Who is it...?" Cassandra murmured, only to earn a flat look from the officer. She gulped and nodded before crawling off the bed.

She turned her back to the officer, allowing herself to be cuffed. Visits meant going through multiple checkpoints. She’d already done this routine earlier—yet here she was again.

She asked who the visitor was on the way, but the officer ignored her.

In this 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. And apparently, Cassandra was now considered one of those.

BUZZ!

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

Stepping inside, Cassandra saw Kiara rise from her seat, hand pressed to the glass.

The sight of her friend made a lump form in her throat, her neck tightening. But Cassandra held back her tears as the officer locked her handcuffs on the table.