“Are you having a heart attack?”
“What are you still standing there for? Take your medicine!”
My trembling hands pulled out the spare bottle from the car, but all that came out were effervescent tablets.
A sudden wave of suffocation enveloped me.
This morning, Emily lingered and refused to get out of the car. It turned out she’d switched my medicine back then.
In her previous life, she switched my medicine at home—and this time, did she even do it in the car?
Was I finally going to escape her clutches?
Seeing that I didn’t move, Nathaniel urged me anxiously.
“Vivian! Hurry up and eat! Why aren’t you eating yet?”
Emily suddenly put her hands on her head.
“Oh no, oh no! I didn’t know Vivian had a heart condition. I thought it was a Vitamin C tablet, and I thought the effervescent version would taste better with its sweet and sour flavor, so I switched it.”
“Nathaniel, did I do something wrong again? Why am I always so stupid?”
Nathaniel paused, his tone still gentle.
“It’s okay. I don’t blame you. You mean well.”
I was dying because my medication was switched, and he said it was okay?
Could it be that in his eyes, even Emily’s murders and arson were just innocent and cute?