“I was just busy now, Arabelle. There are a lot of surgeries at the end of the year. You take a few days off, stay home and have a good rest. We will have fun together on Vilhelmina's birthday.”
I hang my head and obediently respond to my husband. “Okay, I agree.”
Maximilian didn't know that I had resigned and was preparing to move out of the city. He was even less aware that Vilhelmina was about to turn into a handful of ashes two days later.
The police department suddenly called me. They said that there was a news discovery about Vilhelmina's car accident.
When I arrived, the driver had already been arrested. I looked at the vicissitudes of the middle-aged man across the table. My eyes were so red that they were about to drip blood.
I was in a rage and shouted, “You killed my daughter! I'm going to kill you!”
If the police officer hadn't held me down in time, I really would have jumped on him and bit his throat.
“I'm sorry, madam. I'm really sorry.”
The driver was biting his lips tightly. His face was pale. His eyes also looked like he had been crying.
“Is it useful to be sorry right now? Why aren't you paying attention when you're driving? Why are you rushing up to a green light on the sidewalk? Please tell me all the reasons.”
“I am not…”
The police officer suddenly spoke, “Mrs. Arabelle Moonstone, that's why we're looking for you today.”
They gave me something. It was a tablet. The tablet then was handed to me.
“We found out that the driver who ran over your daughter was also a victim. There was a red Mustang at the scene.”
In my heart I said, ‘What? There is a red Mustang?’ My heart thumped. ‘Wasn't Maximilian also driving a red Mustang?’
The surveillance video showed that the accident happened just as school was dismissing at 5:30. The boarding school students were out looking for food.
Vilhelmina's figure quickly appeared in the camera. She looked small and fresh. She was chatting with a friend in front of the school.
Vilhelmina was about to go back to the cafeteria to eat. She suddenly turned around and jogged across the street.
While running and waving, she seemed to see someone familiar. At the same time, a red Mustang appeared on the driveway.
It was Maximilian's license plate number. But the person sitting in the passenger seat was Kimberly Beadsworth.