Shaking his head in disbelief and indignation, Spencer said, “My parents wouldn’t recognize my wife or my child as part of their own family? My own flesh and blood?”
“No, they would not. So, we had little choice….” Clara continued.
“But to make a pact with someone else, using Ginny as your bargaining chip.” Spencer was growing angry now, and it was all he could do to contain himself.
“It really was not like that at all, I assure you,” Joseph said, leaning forward in his chair. “We knew that Mr. Edwards could provide a stable home for the child, that he or she would be well received in society.”
“Damn society, damn all of this—negotiation and juxtapositioning. Ginny should have been your concern, first and foremost. Instead, you let your family name and funding your mill become more imp
