The moment Samuel looked his way and called his name, the smile on Soren’s face froze.
One second ago, he had been enjoying his brother’s misfortune. The next, the pressure to produce a child had landed on him.
Karma had arrived far too quickly.
“I only just got married. There is no need to rush, is there?”
Soren suddenly felt like a schoolboy being ordered to finish an impossible assignment.
“You are not in a hurry, but I am. You still have your whole youth ahead of you. How many years do I have left?”
Samuel struck the table lightly.
The wealthier and more powerful a family was, the more importance it placed on succession.
Without descendants, what good was an enormous family fortune?
“Grandfather, you will surely live to be a hundred,” Gwenyth said, carefully watching his expre
