[Titanic] Harbor

"I think there is an explanation for this problem," she continued, turning her gaze to Tom, "Mr. Green has a secretarial assistant named White. When he is on board, he is solely responsible for Mr. Green's business activities. So I don't think the issue of dumping documents necessarily originated with Mr. Green himself."

"This is just your assumption. Erica, young people must consider the consequences before making every decision."

"It's as if I just mentioned the war, and you're trying to keep me in New York. Are you just trying to find someone with the same views as you, to prove that you are not alone, so that you don't feel so flustered! "

"Erica, I hope you know that I keep you working here only because you are a smart girl. I hope I can train you well and change your original destiny. Now it seems that you don't seem to appreciate it."

Tom was a little angry, his expression became cold, even a little chilly.From a saint to a devil, he almost tore off the kind and kind skin that had been hanging on his body before.

"I think my level is worthy of the salary you gave me from the very beginning."

"I don't think this is a problem worth entangled with." Green sat aside and interjected again: "Erica, go back to London."

The Privy Councilor spoke in a commanding tone.He stood up, and when he walked to Erica, he said again: "You should also apologize to Tom, no matter what, he has been taking care of you."

He opened the door, and finally added: "If you have any doubts about choosing a ship, I believe Mr. Willow is willing to escort you once."

Willow, who was suddenly named, was a little confused about the conversation of these people, but this did not prevent him from understanding Green's meaning.

Willow was a little reluctant because it was Green who came up with the line, but Erika was the one he was serving, and he finally nodded.

"If you have plans to go back to London anytime soon, I think I'd be happy to drive you back."

"That's a big thank you."

Erica thanked Willow with a gloomy face. She adjusted her mood and said to Tom, "I think, I want to apologize for what I just said."

"I look forward to seeing your actions, Miss Erica." Tom also stood up, and he walked to Erica's side in the same way as Green, and then said to Erica. "It seems that Mr. Green is not so grateful for your life-saving grace!"

When he got to the door, Tom made a final stab: "Oh, yes. Since you have some opinions on me, maybe I should give you a vacation."

Now, there were only three people left in the room.

Erica looked at Willow, and Mrs. Dalton looked at Willow.Their complexions are not very good.

Willow stood up a little helplessly, "I think I should go back to the ball and give you a mother-daughter talk."

Mrs. Dalton nodded coldly.

Just now, the expressions of the two gentlemen changed from full of spring breeze to biting cold wind, and the change from spring to winter was almost only in a few words.Before she had time to start any beautiful imagination, the reality was mercilessly unfolded in front of her.

In contrast, Mr. Willow, the darling of the New York press, was so ordinary that he was set off by the other two, and Mrs. Dalton didn't want to keep Willow very much.She still had a lot to say to Erica alone.

"I'll send you off."

When Erica looked up, she saw Willow's expression a little aggrieved.

Thinking about it, this poor big boy was ignored and ordered again today. He is also a favorite in the outside world, so it would not be easy to be treated like this.

He did so much for himself.

Erica was very surprised that she got such a rare heart without doing anything.Willow should not be simply defined as a bear child, he is still very good.

Well, Erica totally sees Willow as a child, and she's one of those overwhelmed mothers.

"what···"

Willow couldn't recover.But Erica had come to his side and led him to the door.

"That's a big thank you."

Once again, history repeats itself, with Erica occupying the masculine role, while Willow seems to temporarily relegate to the female role.Although the latter is still thinking hard, where does this strange sense of disobedience come from.

Erica closed the door of the room, she stood at the door, and did not go out again.

"Willow, I want to say something briefly." She looked at Willow, looking at him seriously.

At this time, there was no one in the corridor, only the sound of the piano from downstairs could be heard.

The engraving on the door plate where they are located is really exquisite. Willow didn't look at Erica. He had a premonition that Erica was going to say something to him, so he stared at the engraving on the door plate very seriously, as if he wanted to Identify which famous artist carved this.

"Emotion is a very simple thing, I don't want to leave you with any suspense." Erica took a step forward, as if a mother is saying goodbye to her child, and her height can indeed allow her to do this : "I think, I must tell you clearly that nothing can happen between us. I am here, and I am also a person with a fiance. If I go back, I will marry him. So, you don't have to do hopeless waiting."

"Let me tell you, I don't have any pink thoughts about you. I just... just look at you a little pitifully." Willow felt that his self-esteem had been seriously hurt.

His face was flushed red, even his neck was red. Judging by the momentum, the red seemed to spread to his whole body.After his first sentence came out, the hurtful words that followed became more comfortable: "You always wanted to have a career of your own, but look what you did in New York? You got rid of your parents, but You're just doing nothing and accomplishing nothing."

After he finished speaking, he immediately took a step back.After realizing what he had said, he seemed a little panicked.

It's like the little white rabbit who has been seeing the big bad wolf.

He didn't mean to say these words.

"Willow, calm down." Erica pursed her lips and adjusted her position to prevent Willow from running away like a frightened rabbit.

Willow raised his head stubbornly. He seemed to be still in his golden youth. The sudden surge of self-esteem made him unwilling to apologize immediately, but the apology in his eyes had already conveyed his thoughts.

"People who are rejected can do whatever they want. But no matter what you think, it can't change the fact, so... I think it's time for us to say goodbye."

Erica gave Willow one last look, turned and went back to her room.

Willow stood alone at the door for a while before turning around and leaving.

Opening the door, Erica was greeted by Mrs. Dalton's inquiry.

"There's no one now either. Erica, I need your explanation!"

"Explain why I left so suddenly?"

"Explain everything! Don't piss me off!" Mrs. Dalton raised her voice, and her high-pitched voice seemed about to pierce Erica's eardrums.

"My lordship would not make a very good husband."

"No man is born perfect. After you marry him, you will have a long time to get in touch after marriage." Mrs. Dalton paused after listening to her daughter, and then continued to persuade Erica.

"The situation at home is not very good. Mom, I am very surprised. Those stocks were bought by the baron. Is there no problem with his financial situation? Or do you think that an agreement is more important than anything else, even at the expense of your daughter's happiness? , even if the person I want to marry is a man who is about to go bankrupt?"

"Who told you that the Baron was going to go bankrupt." Mrs. Dalton covered her mouth with her hand in surprise, "My poor little one, how could you have such an idea? The Baron saved his property in time, and he didn't have any loss How could your father and I be willing to let our only daughter marry a man who is about to go bankrupt?"

"But there's no rush to get married. He also has a mistress, who I might call true love more appropriately. Her surname is Hockley. Are you sure this one won't change the Baron's mind at all?"

Mrs. Dalton was a little hesitant by Erica's words.

In fact, Mrs Dalton saw Miss Hockley at the evening party today, accompanied by Mr Carl Hockley, the future heir of the Hockley family.This made her very embarrassed, but given the identity and surname of the other party, she didn't have the courage to step forward to fight for her daughter.

"You just need to get married with peace of mind. Maybe... the baron is not a person who doesn't keep his promise." Her words were a little lacking in confidence.

"I have grown up, maybe I can help the family in the future. Mom, I hope you can tell me the truth about what happened at home."

Erica walked up to her mother, took her hand, and held it tightly. She asked her mother in a voice almost begging.

"The family's situation is not very good. Your father's property has suffered a huge deficit. I don't know how much the deficit is, but there is one thing, Lord Baron is willing to help us, as long as you are with him."

"With him?" Erica asked with some doubts, "Is this what he said? And that Miss Elizabeth Hockley, is she still with the Baron?"

Mrs. Dalton was reluctant to answer either of these questions.But Erica was very determined.She has never seen her daughter be so persistent. After procrastinating for a while, she faltered and said: "The baron's words are exactly like this. I want you to be with him. He and that... Miss Hockley still maintains a certain relationship, but it has been much lower-key than before."

After Mrs. Dalton finished speaking, she looked at Erica's ugly face, and added: "He has begun to change for you. I think this is a good sign."

This is not a good sign!

The baron is a nobleman, the art of language is his gift, and he makes good use of it.

There's a big difference between 'with you' and 'married to you', and Mrs Dalton doesn't realize it, but that doesn't mean Mr Dalton doesn't see it.

But even so, they got to New York, found her, and let her go back.

Erica felt... maybe, either she was crazy today, or the world was crazy.