“Really?” I wrapped my arms around my daughter's neck and kissed her fiercely. “Our Vilhelmina Kostomarov is awesome. You are the pride of Dad and me, my love. But can you not tell Daddy yet? I want to send the book to him when it's published. We can give him a surprise.”
At this moment, I flipped through the magazine. I then found the essay written by Vilhelmina Kostomarov titled 'My Doctor Dad'.
[My dad is a good doctor who saves the dying and wounded. I always remember when I was weak and sick when I was a child, but I believed that my father would cure me. He is a good father and a good husband to my mom. I call home every day even though I'm in a boarding elementary school. My dream is to be a scientist and develop a robot that can do surgeries remotely. So, that my dad won't have to stand in front of the operating table until his back hurts.]
Yeah, Maximilian Kostomarov has always been a role model for Vilhelmina. But this role model speeds through a red light. He caused her to be run over by a truck and then crushed to death.
And when his daughter was on the verge of death and needed medical treatment, he was busy with his lover. It would be bullshit if Maximilian was a good father and good husband to his little family. It was ridiculous.
“I'm back, my wife.”
It was already ten o'clock at night when Maximilian dragged himself home. He glanced at the landline in frustration. He then ripped his tie loose and threw it onto the sofa.
“Vilhelmina called, didn't she? She didn't hear my voice again, did she cry?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t in a good mood to talk with him.
“I had arranged my work and was supposed to leave early, but someone from the police station suddenly came to question me. I'm in trouble, my wife.”
It turned out to be because of the traffic accident caused by his speeding through a red light, resulting in the death of the victim. Maximilian rubbed his temples. He really looked worried.
“I heard that a child was killed in the crash. I became an indirect murderer. That car accident victim I mentioned to you the other day, it should be her. Alas, now the police department is going to sue me for causing death by dangerous driving.”
Maximilian slapped his head in chagrin. “The families of the victims probably haven't gotten the news yet. If they make a scene at the hospital, I might even get my license suspended.”