Claire Devereux
I can't believe my son couldn't get her to concede. We need that money; the stock is dropping, and our partners are withdrawing. The power we once held is vanishing, and if we don't stop the fall, we soon will be the laughingstock of high society.
We, no… I can't afford it.
“So, what did she say?” I asked Frederick.
“She doesn't want me near her,” he said,
“And? It is not a matter of what she wants but of what you need to do to make it happen,” I said, and he sighed.
“Yeah, I tried, mother… trust me… not my brightest or my proudest moment,” he said, and I scoffed.
“So now you are increasing a conscience,” I chuckled, because I couldn't believe that he would choke at the very last minute.
“Not really, I tried to get her inside her home, where I could do somet
