[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.
