A lot had occurred in the span of only two consecutive days following Master Joshua. His son's George and Stephan showed up. All grown and pompous. Every single person was baffled as to why they would attend a funeral of someone who sold them off without a second thought. Someone who was ashamed of having them to the point that needed them gone.
"He did not sell us off, he asked a boarding school chancellor to come fetch us." Stephan explained over some tea and crumpets.
"Once we were settled, he often visited and told us everything would be alright and that this was for our own good." George added.
"I suppose those were the trips, he often made to Sheffield?" Lady Martha said with a sigh before sipping her cup of tea.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Stephan replied. Master Milton and Gerald only gave each other a look of disgust.
"... if you're here for his will then I will have you know that he had nothing to give for his mulatto bastards.." Master Milton said clicking his tongue.