At that, Sophie Miller quickly stepped out from behind him.
“Captain, don’t be harsh on your sister-in-law. After all, it was her family who died. If she blames me, it’s only natural.”
She paused, speaking with a hint of grievance. “It was my fault. If only I’d been faster, maybe I could have saved Uncle Robert…”
Michael’s hands moved quicker than his words; he instinctively pulled her into his arms.
“Sophie, you just care too much! This wasn’t your fault!”
“It was just an accident. Nobody could have predicted it!”
His words dripped with tenderness, but the look he cast at me was as sharp as a knife.
“Emily, stop being so aggressive. You’ve already scared her enough!”
“Sign it, and apologize to Sophie in front of the whole team—that’ll be your compensation to her.”
I wondered if I had misheard.
Apologize?
When the neighborhood fire alarm was first reported by the security guard, Michael had rushed there with the intern, acting as if he were desperate. I thought he was worried about Robert’s safety.
Who knew that he was desperate only to play assistant to the intern.
Now, because of the delay, Robert had been burned alive.
As his biological son, Michael didn’t care. Why should I?