But when we reached his hospital room, they suddenly stopped.
Viggo had settled Carmilla onto the bed. He was feeding her medicine himself.
When he saw his parents, he didn’t even glance in my direction.
“She was really shaken up,” he said. “Mom, can you massage Carmilla’s head? She says it’s killing her.”
His parents’ expressions changed instantly. They rushed over to her bedside.
“Oh, dear, what’s wrong? Why are you so pale?”
Then, as if on cue, they turned and snapped at me again.
“This is all because your company isn’t safe! You bring nothing but bad luck, making everyone miserable!”
Cruella ran over and hit me.
“You built a bad building on purpose! You wanted to hurt my mom!”
Carmilla spoke weakly from the bed.
“Cruella, don’t blame Mariah. No one can predict an earthquake.”
Viggo’s eyes reddened with tenderness. Right in front of me, he brushed her hair back and kissed her gently on the cheek.
“I’m sorry you had to go through this.”
Cruella threw herself into Carmilla’s arms again. “Mommy worked so hard.”
His parents sighed along.
“If he’d married Carmilla back then, none of this would’ve happened.”
As if the earthquake were something I had personally caused!