After all that happened, Maximilian and I climbed 3,000 steps to get that peace blanket at the Borobudur Temple. Not long after covering it, Vilhelmina's illness miraculously improved.
Maximilian said impatiently, “Why are you so angry at me, Arabelle Moonstone? It's just a quilt, isn't it? Our daughter is going to grow up, that quilt is crippled and old. It will be replaced one day.”
In my heart, I really felt bad. He was wrong, Vilhelmina won't grow up anymore. I hung up the phone without a word. I was in a bad mood. Then I copped my bag and took a cab to the hospital. I rushed straight into the doctor's office.
“Give me back my daughter's peace quilt right now!”
Kimberly looked up in surprise. I knew she saw the anger in my eyes.
“Mrs Arabelle, I thought Mr Maximilian had discussed this with you first. I didn't mean to take Vilhelmina's things on purpose. It's because my child's illness has not been cured before.”
I shouted, “Cut the crap! I don’t want to hear any words from you, Kimberly.”
I was so angry that I drew sideways glances from the other doctors and nurses in the office. Kimberly was also forced to redden her eyes.