Jane lowered her eyes, a spark of resentment in them. She would never allow herself to be overshadowed by me forever.

"Alright, Grandpa, I know what I have to do," she said.

"I'm tired now. You can take Wil to play for a bit, and come for dinner this evening," Pedro ordered.

When he left, Jane got up and went to the garden.

In the garden, Wilhelm was bossing a servant to climb a tree and pick the highest orange. The servant struggled but could barely reach the fruit. Wilhelm looked up, his small face showing impatience as he barked, “You can’t even pick an orange? I’ll have Great-grandpa fire...