Chapter 1

“Lia, I accidentally pushed a worker over. He fell into the concrete and died. What should we do?”

Those were Trevor Hampton’s incoherent words to Cornelia Montero when he called at noon.

Cornelia was stunned for a moment but quickly regained her senses. “Stay there and don’t move. I’m coming over.”

“Alright, Lia. I’ll do as you say and stay here.”

Cornelia arrived at the scene after five minutes.

Trevor was shaking all over as he stood by the edge of the roof. When he saw Cornelia, he brightened up.

His lips trembled, and his voice was choked with sobs, but he did not cry.

Trevor was thoroughly shaken, acting as though he was the victim instead of the worker who had fallen into the concrete.

“It’s break time.” Cornelia looked up at the glaring sunlight. Her gaze was focused, and she was deep in thought.

The Montero family’s construction company was one of the few that operated with a conscience and adhered strictly to the eight-hour workday. Every day at 12:00 p.m. sharp, all the workers stopped working and took a break.

That included laborers and managers.

Because she had been involved in that industry for many years, Cornelia knew what the consequences of a worksite fatality were.

Cornelia had always been fair and just.

However, at that moment, she wavered.

She looked over the edge and looked at the body encased in concrete. Only his feet stuck out. The rest of his body was buried in concrete, and Cornelia could not even see the man’s face.

That was why Cornelia could not tell that the person in the concrete was me.

But I was still clearly wearing the limited-edition sneakers she had bought with me.

I guess I already knew the truth.

Cornelia did not care about me, and she never once had any feelings for me.

She had never cared about anything about me. She had probably long forgotten that shoe shopping trip we had.

I watched her standing there on the top floor, coldly calculating the height from which I had fallen into the concrete.

As an old hand in the construction game, she had honed those basic skills early on.

The current construction project was an apartment building titled the Gentlewoman. It was a project geared toward women.

Because it was still under construction, the building’s power lines had not been wired properly yet, and there were no cameras here.

Since it was the lunch break, there were no witnesses nearby.

I saw the confident look on Cornelia’s face.

It was the expression she had whenever she signed a new contract.

She had probably made up her mind on how she would help Trevor bury his crime.

It went against her principles, but she would do it for his sake.

Cornelia spoke up. “Leave for now. I’ll handle this.”

“Lia, you have to help me.” Trevor clutched Cornelia in a panic.

In contrast, Cornelia was unfaltering. “Don’t worry!”

Don’t worry?

I discovered that I could feel sad even though I had just died. I felt wronged. Worse, I even felt heartbroken.

Cornelia escorted her childhood sweetheart away and had him change the supervisor inspection log's time from 11:50 a.m. to 11:30 a.m.

That way, the time of his site visit would be just before the incident.

Thus, the truth of the matter would forever be hidden.

My spirit floated by Cornelia’s side, and I watched as Trevor deleted ‘11:50' and changed it to ‘11:30' in the ‘Time' column of the inspection log.

Then, Trevor followed Cornelia as they left the scene.