Chapter 56 For What It's Worth

• “Tessa, kindly Leave the serving to the chef. You are too clumsy for such delicate work,” Dame Rossa said, her voice icy and as a matter of factual.
• Tessa stopped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I’m trying,” she protested softly.
• “Enough please, I dont want to loose my appetite,” Dame Rossa snapped. She cleared her throat and then addressed the entire table, her voice rising in a commanding tempo. “The purpose of this dinner is to have a heart-to-heart while we enjoy a proper meal as it appears that all we do is eat. With all of this generational wealth, all we do is eat—but not once have any of you children of my late brother and his wife in blessed memory, thought about preparing for the future. How will you produce the next generation if you never care to bear children?”