The woman asked him, "Are you Yigol Novak?"
Yigol Novak, puzzled, nodded, "Yes, that's me, but I don't recognize you."
"As long as you're Yigol Novak, it's okay whether you know me or not. It's enough that I know you. I've finally found you." After confirming Yigol's identity, the hatred in the woman's eyes deepened.
Yigol was even more perplexed. "Ms, who are you?"
"I am Bob Presley's mother. My name is Heather Leich." The woman introduced herself.
Yigol was startled, and finally understood why the woman's attitude was so strange.
"Yigol Novak, shall we talk?" Heather Leich broke the silence.
Yigol Novak felt a sense of dread from the woman. He scrutinized Heather Leich once again.
He began to understand why the woman was so haggard. Suddenly losing her husband and son was a heavy blow to her. In her gaze, nothing but hatred remained.
It was as if she had lost all hope in the world.
Indeed, with neither husband nor son, where could she find the strength to go on?
