Chapter 2

Brandon shot me a furious glare.

"Why can't you sign it? It was an accident!"

"I'm warning you, don't even *think* about trying to turn this into some big payout scheme. Remember, I own half of this rescue company. If things get messy, we'll both go down."

Chloe wriggled free from his embrace, sobbing pathetically.

"Harper, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I couldn't save your sister."

"Brandon, please don't fight with Harper because of me."

Brandon pulled her into a comforting embrace, his expression filled with concern.

"Chloe, this has nothing to do with you. Her sister just *had* to go swimming at this exact time. Who can you blame when someone goes looking for trouble?"

Then he turned to me.

"Harper, Chloe is crying like this, and you can't even offer a single word of comfort?"

"You *have* to sign this document. If the police ask, you tell them Chloe did everything she could, but the ocean waves were too strong, and she couldn't save her."

This man was truly hopeless.

When I found Kimberly drowning, I remembered that Brandon's company was responsible for rescue in this area, so I quickly called him. Seeing him arrive with Chloe, I thought he'd personally dive in to save her.

I never imagined he'd send an intern who had only recently learned to swim.

It was their delay that caused Kimberly's death by drowning, and now he wanted me to admit it was an accident?

But since Brandon was Kimberly's only living relative, if he agreed, I wouldn't argue.

I scoffed.

"I'll do whatever you want, but I doubt the police will accept *my* signature."

"How about this: you write out a confirmation yourself first, and we can hand it to them together when the police arrive."

Brandon looked at me with contempt.

"You're so ignorant. That's *your* sister. Only you, as a direct relative, can sign the confirmation. Anything I write has no legal effect, okay?"

"Besides, I've told you before, don't bother me with your family's problems."

He had indeed said that.

A few days ago, I received a strange package. When I opened it, I found a swimsuit. Kimberly claimed it was hers and threatened me not to tell Brandon.

She said the waves had been strong recently, making it dangerous to swim, and Brandon didn't want her going.

Later, when I was washing and hanging it, Brandon saw it anyway.

Seeing Kimberly's warning glare, I had to tell him I bought it for my sister, Skylar, who was planning to go swimming in the ocean. He just coldly said, "Go ahead, I don't care. Just don't come crying to me if anything happens."

It seemed he was a man of his word today.