"Willy, I only came to comfort Carol, but she accused me of wearing red on purpose to curse her. She said I was mocking her grief and even tried to push me down the steps to my death so I could be buried alongside Little Treasure!" she sobbed pitifully. "She even threatened to find a master to perform dark magic so that Little Treasure would return as a vengeful ghost to haunt me! I’m so scared, Willy!"
Her voice trembled as she buried herself deeper into his embrace. "I rushed here straight from the airport—I didn’t even have time to change! I was only thinking about paying my respects to Liam. How could she misunderstand me like this?" Her body shuddered as she wept. "I’m really afraid..."
Willy's face darkened with anger as he turned to me, his eyes filled with disappointment and disgust.
"Carol, you’re the one who brought this misfortune upon yourself, but you dragged Liam into it too," he accused coldly. "Sophia only came out of kindness, yet instead of being grateful, you lashed out at her?"
His voice sharpened. "And what’s wrong with wearing red? Sophia said it wasn’t intentional. Maybe Liam liked bright colors. Why do you always assume the worst?"