Iona: Goodbye, darling Edward. You behave yourself, and be a good boy.
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Since his mother disappeared, Iona had spent more and more of her days taking care of young Edward. He was a sweet, gentle boy, with none of his grandfather’s fury or father’s reluctance.
Iona only hoped that she could see him through to becoming a bright, kind young man.
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Ronald: See to it she’s put in her place, or I shall deal with her like I did the Rothschild girl.
Oliver: ...Father...
Ronald: Do you understand me?
Oliver: ...yes.
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Ronald: Now, I’m not sure which family you think you belong to, but Flowers men do not let their wives parade around town with other men, do you understand?
Oliver: I...I don’t understand. What do you mean?
Ronald: Oh, haven’t you heard? That woman was out to lunch with a, as the papers called him, ‘handsome stranger’. Do you have any idea what embarrassment you cause this family?
Oliver: He’s an old friend.
Ronald: Yes, I’m sure she has lots of those.
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Ronald: Miss Rothschild.
Iona: Yes, Sir?
Ronald: You’re dismissed.
Iona: I...I don’t understand...
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Ronald: You and I need to have a conversation about your wife, Oliver.
Oliver: Yes, Sir? Wh...what about her?
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Ronald: Despite the great shame your family has caused me over the years, I kept you on because I thought you were different...respectable. It turns out, I was mistaken.
Iona: Sir?
Ronald: Next time you decide to embarrass yourself with that boy from Monte Vista, you should think about your position first.
Iona: ...I...
Ronald: Pack your things, leave at once. Good day, Miss Rothschild.
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The years rolled on. Dora became pregnant, and gave birth to a little boy, whom she named Edward. He was sweet and smart, and she tried her best to keep him that way in spite of his grandfather.
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