"I will." Daniel speaking behind me caused me to drop the glass of milk.
"Mum." Jordan rose, coming to my feet to help.
But his father stepped in and stared at me with a condescending look. "The least you can do is learn how to hold a cup properly."
I did not say a word as I picked the shards, ignoring the blood flowing from a cut on my leg.
Daniel focused on Jordan as he continued, "Son, you must get into Winchester College. Your great grandfather---"
"And my grandfather and you went to Winchester College and it is the pride of all Valente family. The starting point to launch is into a career where all mortal men look at us like perfect gods." Jordan recounted what my husband had drilled into his ears since he was born.
I expected Daniel to smile and at least show some approval form Daniel’s efforts but all he did was make a gruff disapproving sound at the back of his throat.
"You understand my expectations for you are high. Even more important, you have to make it on your first trial. No Valente has ever repeated."
"Yes father." Jordan nodded and faced his book, trying to hide his displeasure.