Rebecca entered Dorothy’s room.

The old woman was staring at Nolan Conway’s photo.

“He looks handsome in this picture,” Rebecca said.

“He might have gone bald as he aged, but when he was young, he was quite a looker,” Dorothy said, smiling. “It was only after he started losing a lot of hair, he got an eagle tattoo on his head. I didn’t like it, but he said that nobody would mock his baldness after seeing that tattoo, and I think he was correct. Strangely enough, I didn’t see anyone ever make negative comments on his baldness.”

“That’s just how much influence simple designs can have,” Rebecca opined.

Dorothy’s smile slowly ended. Her lips turned flat. “What are you here for? To ask us to forgive your brother?”

Rebecca kept staring at her. “You do remember how badly you and your late husband treated my husband, don’t you? You would openly say that he doesn’t deserve to eat with us at our table. Your husband would tell him to go and eat dog shit.”

Dorothy frowned. “I-I don’t think he eve