"...You seem happy..."

"He killed your great grandnephew. That is easy to let go. But he killed my son, Dominic." Charlotte says in frustration.

"I know, I know. Even though we don't know each other well, I understand how you feel. While you do love your son, it's not the biggest reason why you're so hell-bent with revenge. Isn't that right?" Dominic says with a sigh and looks away with a distant gaze.

"I mean, I would torture and murder someone if my granddaughter who is a splitting image of my wife, was killed by someone."

"So, you understand…" Charlotte is surprised.

"Yes." Dominic nods.

"Russell, wasn't it? That was his name?" He asks.

"Yes." Charlotte nods, glad that Dominic remembers her late husband's name.

"If you die, Charlotte, the last remaining person who still has Russell in their heart, will forever be gone. Even his personal enemies, I'm guessing, are dead too, so not even them can possibly keep Russell's memories alive." Dominic reasons.