[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.