They were both now quite old enough to stand on their own two feet and that was what he intended they should do.
If he cut off supplies, then they would have to do something better than come pleading that he must get them out of a mess for the sake of the family name.
There was a cynical twist to his lips as he then wondered if, as Julius had said, they would really try to murder him.
Then he was certain that they would not even have the guts to do that.
He was therefore not physically frightened of the two men he despised and, if he was truthful, disliked.
‘I will find my orphan,’ he swore to himself as he went up the stairs, ‘and that will convince them that I am in earnest and intend to leave her my money when I die.’
He was quite certain as he undressed with the help of his valet
