Baron Whale and Lady Vie did not even possess that much faith in their son. It was not that they looked down on Finch, no, that was never the case. Rather, they simply understood reality for what it was. Their family had come from a long, unbroken line of Barons. Generation after generation, they had remained within the same noble rank, never rising higher, never falling lower.
Because of this, they could not suddenly place such immense pressure on their son to elevate the family's standing when they knew, deep down, that he did not possess that level of talent.
They were realistic people. They knew Finch's limits better than anyone else. Pushing him toward a destiny he could never reach would have been nothing more than cruelty disguised as expectation. The only true hope they had for such an elevation came from Rachel, their youngest child, who was still only nine years old.
