Corisande dropped Merewyn’s hearing aids into a glass of champagne and mocked the elderly woman that she was better off completely deaf.
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Chapter 15
Ambrose lost influence faster than expected.
No attack.
No campaign.
Jonah stopped using him as intermediary.
So did the restored branches.
They could call me directly now.
The bridge became unnecessary once both shores spoke.
That was the punishment Ambrose hated most.
Irrelevance.
His businesses survived.
His money survived.
His daughter still loved him, though differently.
But no one needed him to translate Veynham to Veynham.
He asked to meet me once.
I agreed.
“Do you think I was wrong to bring Jonah back?”
“No.”
That surprised him.
“You were wrong to make yourself necessary to the return.”
He smiled thinly.
“Same result.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“One creates relationship.”
The other creates dependency.
He understood.
May you like
Probably disagreed.
Fine.
