Chapter 18: The Consequences of Failed Ventures  

"Compared to the Caribbean situation, the domestic crisis is trivial," Annabelle remarked. She wasn't blind to the economic depression but had grander ambitions, hoping her heir would share her broad vision. "William, you should focus on how we can profit from the Caribbean turmoil. That's how you honor your family's legacy. Do you think this protest against Britain will work?" 

"Yes," Sheffield answered without hesitation. He recalled no historical war between the Union and Britain over Venezuela, meaning it must have been resolved peacefully. 

"Explain why," Annabelle pressed, unimpressed by his quick answer. This wasn't a simple true-or-false question. Though she doted on her grandson, serious matters demanded scrutiny. 

Sheffield paused. He couldn't cite future history, especially since his own actions might have altered events. After considering global dynamics, he replied slowly, "The British gentlemen won't stoop to squabble with us 'Yankee upstarts.' Many of our citizens are reckless precisely because they have nothing to lose. For Britain, the Caribbean is a minor concern compared to Europe and the Far East." 

As the world's hegemon, Britain juggled countless priorities. Europe—with its rising Germany, revanchist France, and imperial Russia—demanded constant attention. The Suez Canal in the Middle East, the crown jewel of India, and Far Eastern affairs all dwarfed Caribbean squabbles in British eyes. Unlike the Union's singular focus on "America for Americans," London saw Venezuela as a footnote. Even failure here would cost Britain little. 

"Britain's military far outmatches ours. I fear conflict, but look at these papers," Annabelle handed him a recent newspaper. The headline read, *"Venezuela: A Helpless Friend of the Western Hemisphere,"* its tone dripping with pity against Britain's arrogance—a masterclass in rallying public sympathy. 

"Since when did American papers become so skilled at propaganda?" Sheffield scanned the article, struck by its anti-imperialist fervor. Had he not known better, he'd think it a revolutionary tract. Clearly, the government was priming the populace for action. 

"Grandmother, the Union lacks the strength to challenge Britain directly. But win or lose in Venezuela, this war fever won't fade. I believe we'll soon pick a weaker target to flex our muscles—a trial run for greater ambitions." 

"An interesting theory. Who do you suggest?" Annabelle feigned indifference, though his logic intrigued her. 

"Spain. If we resolve things peacefully with Britain, Spain's crumbling empire makes it the perfect mark. Cuba's already simmering with revolt," Sheffield replied, referencing Spain's recent crackdown on Cuban protests. 

Annabelle's eyes narrowed. Three years later, the Union would indeed fabricate the *Maine* incident—a pretext even more brazen than the Nazis' invasion of Poland. Such schemes took time to brew. 

"Perhaps I should monitor Cuba more closely," she mused. Sheffield bowed slightly. "With your leave, Grandmother, I should return to university. I'll graduate this May." 

"Consider your studies complete. The board will ensure your diploma," Annabelle waved dismissively. "Prepare to take your place here. If your 'ventures' fail…" She trailed off, the unspoken words clear: *You'll inherit the family empire anyway.* 

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(End of Chapter)