Despite old grievances, Violetta saw that they sincerely cared for her. So her resentment was gradually receding. Initially, she had wanted to live with them only because she didn't want to see Amy.
Returning home late in the evening, Violetta turned to her friend:
"Do you think I need to find the strength and talk to him?"
The girl, as expected, received no answer.
Unexpectedly, the dog that had been walking happily beside her whimpered and collapsed. Seized by fear, the girl was about to run to her, but suddenly felt herself grabbed and a cloth pressed against her face. Her consciousness began to dim, and as she sank into the abyss of her own terror, Violetta's first thought was of her sister.
The thought that she, like her older sister, would have to go through something similar terribly frightened the girl.
But unexpectedly, the aggressor's grip loosened — and Violetta collapsed to the ground.
A worried female voice penetrated her muddled consciousness. Her vision was blurry, but even so, she was certain: her savior was very beautiful.
Through her fogged mind flickered fear for her friend. Once, she herself had wanted to kill her, but now, with a real risk of losing her, the little one's heart filled with panic. The girl tried to ask a question — but her mind sank into darkness.
Violetta's eyes opened in the hospital. The first thing they saw were the worried faces of her grandmother and grandfather. For this couple, the company and family business had long been the main priorities. But after the tragic death of several children, their views had changed drastically. Therefore, upon learning that their granddaughter had been attacked and was in the hospital, they were beside themselves with anxiety.
"How's Amy? Is she alright?" was the first thing the girl asked upon opening her eyes. Her fanged friend was everything to her.
"She's fine. She'll recover."
Hearing these words, Violetta took a deep breath, feeling relief. Only after that did she remember the two bodyguards who had become her shadow ever since she began living with her grandmother and grandfather — Chris and Oliver. The latter everyone called Oli.
"And who was the one who saved me?" she asked. Because even through the fog, she understood: it hadn't been either of them.
When the adults heard this question, their faces turned grim.
That was enough for Violetta to understand everything. She had known Chris and Oliver for six years. In that time, they had grown very close. And now, for the first time in many years, the girl couldn't hold back her tears.
Seeing this, her grandmother gently embraced her.
Thoughts crept into Violetta's head about how she would look into the eyes of Chris and Oliver's families. A part of her, always rational, said she wasn't to blame for anything.
But emotions proved stronger than reason.
After pulling herself together a bit, she asked again:
"Who was the one who attacked me? And can I speak with the girl who saved me?"
"We don't know who attacked you," her grandfather answered. This question had been discussed in advance. They had decided not to tell the girl that her attacker had been a serial pedophile.
"As for the girl who saved you… We can get her information from the police. As soon as you're feeling better, we can meet with her and thank her."