“Hi, Cristofer,” he greeted, squinting his eyes as he glanced at Cristofer's forehead. “Have you taken care of the wound on your forehead?”

Cristofer nodded and responded, “Yes, thank you for your concern, Uncle Nelson. It’s just a minor injury. You didn’t have to come to see me in person.”

“Enough with the pleasantries, Cristofer. You should know that I have always treated you as my son,” Nelson reminded him.

“I know that,” Cristofer nodded calmly.

“You look much ...