The police department suddenly called me. They said that there was a news discovery about Vilhelmina's car accident.
When I arrived, the driver had already been arrested. I looked at the vicissitudes of the middle-aged man across the table. My eyes were so red that they were about to drip blood.
I was in a rage and shouted, “You killed my daughter! I'm going to kill you!”
If the police officer hadn't held me down in time, I really would have jumped on him and bit his throat.
“I'm sorry, madam. I'm really sorry.”
The driver was biting his lips tightly. His face was pale. His eyes also looked like he had been crying.
“Is it useful to be sorry right now? Why aren't you paying attention when you're driving? Why are you rushing up to a green light on the sidewalk? Please tell me all the reasons.”
“I am not…”
The police officer suddenly spoke, “Mrs. Arabelle Moonstone, that's why we're looking for you today.”
They gave me something. It was a tablet. The tablet then was handed to me.
“We found out that the driver who ran over your daughter was also a victim. There was a red Mustang at the scene.”