Anne gave him a sad smile. "I knew we could rely on you," she said weakly, patting Darius' hand. "Your father will regret underestimating and looking down on you for all these years."

She had underestimated and looked down on him for all these years.

"Now, I think my migraine is coming back. I must go lie down." She got up. "Good night, my dear."

The tea was left untouched.