*
Regina Kelloway arrived upstairs and stood outside Rebecca Kelloway's room for a moment before she gently knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Joanna, it's me. May I come in?"
There was silence in the room for a moment before the voice replied, "Hmm, come in."
Regina pushed the door open and entered Rebecca's bedroom.
Rebecca had already changed out of her dress, wearing a purple silk robe as she sat at her vanity table removing her makeup.
"Joanna," Regina approached her, stopping behind her.
Rebecca didn't turn her head, her voice indifferent, "What is it that brings you here?"
Regina felt a pang of distress at the coldness in her voice.
She had long sensed that Rebecca had a problem with her.
Although since childhood, her older sister had never been particularly doting on her, the old Rebecca was generally nice to her.
Not like the distant, cold person she was now.
