The bodyguard didn't dare refuse again. He rolled up his sleeves and started toward the memorial hall. The guests around me pointed and whispered, their voices grating and relentless.
"Dorothy's completely lost it. Touching Dr. Farley's sore spot like that. Everyone knows he worships his mother. She's got a death wish."
"No kidding. Old Mrs. Farley raised those two all by herself. Dr. Farley treats her like she's made of glass. And Dorothy goes and curses her mother-in-law at her own birthday banquet? Disgraceful doesn't begin to cover it."
"No wonder her mother died. Having a daughter that clueless must be karma from a past life. She had it coming."
I ignored every last word. My gaze locked onto Clay, and when I spoke, my voice was quiet but edged with a cold that cut to the bone. "Clay. Are you sure you want to take this all the way?"