Margaret's eyes flashed with irritation. "Ambrose isn't qualified to sit with us," she retorted sharply. "He's here to help, not to dine with the family. How many times do I have to say it?âElizabeth's expression hardened. "He's family too, Mother. He deserves to eat with us. He's not a servant.âMargaret slammed her hand on the table, rattling the dishes. "He may be your son-in-law, but in this house, he follows my rules! If I say he's not sitting with us, then he's not sitting with us!âAmbrose stood silently, not daring to utter a word. Elizabeth squared her shoulders, refusing to back down. "This is wrong, Mother. Treating him like this is wrong, and you know it.âMargaret's face twisted in anger. "Don't lecture me about right and wrong, Elizabeth. I know what's best for this family, and that boy will never be part of it. He doesn't belong here.âElizabeth opened her mouth to respond, but Ambrose stepped forward. "It's okay, Mom," he said quietly. "I'll be fine; I'll eat in the
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