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Duke Edmund Seamus Hale was dying.
Derek had been uninterested in his fatherâs ailing health, even when cautioned that the Duke could be experiencing the last of his breaths. He sat in a chair lingering on the outskirts of the room, his head resting in his hand as he listened to his motherâs soft weeping.
His mother had been humiliated in retrieving her wayward eldest son from one of his establishments. Her tears did little to hide how appalled she was by the capital venture that had been sustaining her eldest.
Gambling dens and brothels were the underbelly of such societies, and were viewed as shameless regardless of the elite status of many of Derekâs clients.
And Derek was pleased by her disgust.
âDerek, please,â Talia had hissed under her breath as he forced her to stand in the welcoming parlor of the gambling hall. âHe wonât last through the night.â
âDevils last longer than that,â Derek had huffed, retrieving his watch from his waistcoat. He grimaced at the timing. âFine,â he growled. He gestured for his mother to head towards the exit. âIf they are truly his last breaths, I can hardly risk missing them.â
Despite his current status as excommunicated from the Dukeâs good graces, the truth was blatantly obvious: Derek would always be welcomed back.
The eldest son returned at his dying fatherâs firm and urgent request. If Derek had to miss one night of profit in order to witness his fatherâs death, it would be money well lost. He trusted his people to handle anything that arose in his absence.
Derek had forgotten that despite his fatherâs death rattles, he would be enduring his motherâs sobs. He had grown tired of the theatrics, impatiently checking his watch once more.
âPerhaps we should ask the healer back,â Laura sighed.
âThey said there wasnât anything else they could do,â Cora replied.
âI meant perhaps they could give mother something,â Laura grumbled.
Derekâs eyes flickered between his family members present.
Laura looked ever the stoic eldest daughter, her mourning veil carefully draped over her face as she nestled her newborn daughter in her arms. She had been widowed months ago, and had expressed a disheartened sigh when realizing she would have to prolong the mourning period should their father actually be taken by death this time.
Cora tapped her thumb against the porcelain of her tea cup, uncaring when her younger brother cast a sharp glare at her, as if the faint noise of her impatience would insult anyone with how hidden it was by their motherâs sobs. She had been adamant that Derek not go alone, though was regretting her choice once she realized she would have to stay. Being younger and female helped to hide her from their fatherâs expectations.
Erol, youngest and most treasured by their mother, was the only child who dared to show any type of respect to the dying Duke. It had been the norm over the last decade, a majority of the Hale children finding no comfort in the presence of their father.
Of course, Erol was under the delusions, and likely the false promises of their mother, that the Duke would consider changing how his title passed.
It was pure arrogance on Erolâs part.
Despite Erolâs constant and unwavering loyalty to the Duke, the man would never change tradition and bypass his eldest son. Besides, the Duke passed on some of his own vices to his youngest son, and knew there would be ruin for the Hale name with Erol at the helm.
It was why Erol hated Derek, and had been vocal of his hopes for Derekâs death to come from one of his more than shady connections.
Derek didnât assimilate to the rules of the underworld after leaving the cage of his fatherâs orbit, he had become a foundational pillar to it. He clothed, fed, and housed the misfortuned poorâhe gave money to the orphanages when his father had cut funding in government; he gave transport of medicine at no extra cost on his shipping vessels when the pandemics worsened; he gave disabled soldiers jobs in his gambling dens that kept them from the streets and poorhouses.
The truth was blindingly clear to all in the sharp reality of the Dukeâs impending passingâDuke Edmund would never give his title to Erol, despite the latterâs asskissing.
Derekâs eyes landed on the one person he had been hoping to see.
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