Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1677

Chapter 1677: Neither a Reed nor a Bennet

"What did you say you did?"

Kiara instinctively pulled her hand from Cassandra’s loose grip. Her eyes swirled with disbelief as she shook her head, as if what she had just heard was too unbelievable to process.

"You... hired men—shady men—to intrude into Nina’s home and deliver a package with a dead bird?" she repeated, watching Cassandra press her lips into a thin line. "And Attorney Grace knew this? Is that why she said what she did earlier?"

Earlier, Grace had suddenly uttered something in response to Cassandra’s hesitation. Her words, "It’s the court of law, not morality," had stood out to Kiara. She had noticed that but chose not to dwell on it, knowing that Cassandra had been unstable the past few months.

Kiara simply didn’t expect this.

"I’m... I know it was wrong," Cassandra whispered. "And even if I regret it, I can’t take back time—"

"But you can take accountability for that," Kiara interjected, her voice barely above a whisper. "Cassy, do you think leaving... is taking accountability?"

Nothing.

Cassandra didn’t answer—not because she didn’t know what to say, but because they both already knew the answer.

"Ki, I plan on apologizing." After a beat, Cassandra sighed. "It’s just—"

"You didn’t even apologize to Theo Miller, Cass," Kiara spoke again. "Not even to Patricia Miller."

Yes, Kiara had just learned that after Cassandra’s confession because the latter had mentioned it. Cassandra had mentioned it when she said,

"I did a lot of things."

Kiara rose from her seat, keeping her eyes on Cassandra. She opened and closed her mouth, but no words came out. To be honest, she didn’t know if she was angry or if what she was feeling was just pure dismay and disappointment.

One thing was for sure, though.

"You’re probably right, Cass," Kiara whispered, balling her hand into a tight fist. "I probably didn’t know you as well as I thought I did."

"Ki—" Cassandra rose from her seat as Kiara turned to leave. "Kiara."

Kiara stopped, her face crumpling as she couldn’t even bear to look back at her.

"I’m not leaving," she said. "Even if I wanted to, I don’t want to die. Not when Hugo Bennet helped us get to this point."

With that, she took another heavy step, only to stop again. "Also, Cassy, this home? Do you know whose place this is? It’s Finn’s, and I don’t know if I should be ashamed and just swallow my pride or be grateful."

And after saying that, Kiara walked away without another pause.

Kiara knew that telling Cassandra whose place this was would help keep them safe, but she also knew it was cruel. However, she didn’t do it out of spite or to hurt her friend. No matter what, Cassandra was still her friend. She only said it because of one thing:

To let Cassandra know just how heavy her actions were, and yet, the people she had hurt would still help her.

Because at one point, Kiara knew that Finn—he wouldn’t do what Cassandra did to him.

Neither Finn nor Nina deserved what Cassandra had done to them.

Meanwhile, Cassandra staggered back until she fell onto the couch. Shock and disbelief were plastered across her face as she bit her inner bottom lip. Her heart had been a mess, but tonight, it was worse. All the things she had done were slowly catching up to her.

The short imprisonment wasn’t all the karma— it was just a part of it.

This was her karma, and it was being served slowly and coldly.

And she had no choice but to drink it, no matter how bitter or poisonous it was.

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