Chapter 3

Mr. Harrison’s words instantly sent the entire banquet hall into an uproar.

Tiffany herself was frantic, demanding.

“What happened?!”

Mr. Harrison panted.

“We followed your instructions, pulled out her teeth, and locked her in the dog cage, and we didn’t check on her at all.”

“Who knew the old lady had a heart condition? Not long after you left, she started clutching her chest, struggling to breathe, and then she was gone.”

Hearing this, Tiffany’s body went limp, and she almost collapsed.

Daniel quickly caught her, comforting her.

“Tiffany, don’t be scared.”

“This is just Scarlett’s mother having poor health. It has nothing to do with you.”

Brittany also recovered and immediately nodded in agreement.

“That’s right, Tiffany, you can’t be blamed for this. Blame that old woman herself for being so frail and still going out to cause trouble.”

“If you ask me, she deserved to die. Saves her from embarrassing the Harper family again.”

Seeing Daniel and Brittany side with Tiffany, the previously shocked guests quickly chose their stance.

“That’s right, people who love to take advantage like that are just parasites on society.”

“Assistant Tiffany was doing a good thing. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Exactly, who told her to go eat free food first? With her bad heart, she still went out looking for trouble. Wasn’t she just asking for it?”

Suddenly, everyone was comforting Tiffany.

As if she, the perpetrator, was the one who had suffered, not the poor deceased.

Seeing everyone on her side, a flicker of triumph crossed Tiffany’s eyes.

But the next second, she shyly glanced at me and spoke weakly to Daniel.

“But Daniel, the person who died is Scarlett’s mother after all. What if she comes after me?”

Daniel looked at her with tenderness.

“Don’t worry, with me here, no one will hurt you.”

With that, Daniel immediately instructed someone to draft a waiver of liability and handed it to me.

“Scarlett, your mother was in the wrong first. If she died, it’s her own bad luck; you can’t blame Tiffany.”

“For the sake of our marriage, I’ll arrange a lavish funeral for your mother.”

“But you must sign this waiver, promising to let this matter end here and not cause trouble for Tiffany.”

Brittany, arms crossed, spoke condescendingly.

“Scarlett, your mother brought this on herself. Don’t even think about framing Tiffany. Be smart and sign the waiver.”

The siblings arrogantly commanded me, waiting for me to sign the waiver.

But I pushed the waiver back to them, speaking calmly.

“If anyone’s signing, it should be you. I’m not qualified.”