[Titanic] Harbor

Ruth led Erica into the lounge of the gallery.The lounge was very cramped, and it was very different from Ruth's room a few months ago.

Erica held the teacup silently, not sure if her original suggestion was correct.

The boiling water in the teacup rose and fell, filled with rising steam, which brought a little comfort to Erica.

She took a peek at Ruth, she was really different from before, she didn't have the sharpness of the past, and she was honed a lot for no reason.Erica lowered her eyes and continued to look at the tea cup in her hand in a daze. The two of them didn't speak for a while.

"How have you been?" Ruth broke the silence after a while.She asked about Erica's situation with her usual enthusiasm.

"Not bad. I'm engaged." Erika Mumu answered Ruth.

"Do you feel happy? What kind of man is he?"

"He's not very popular, but he's very reliable." When Erica thought of Green, she couldn't help but smile.But she quickly thought of Ruth's unclear situation, and that smile quickly disappeared.

"That's really great, I'll bless you first."

"What about you? How are you doing? From America..." After saying goodbye to New York, America, I haven't heard from you.

"I'm fine, and now I can support myself with the knowledge I have learned. Jack is also continuing to paint." Ruth replied very diligently, as if this kind of suffering life did not detract from her liveliness .

"Jack?"

"He is now the painter of this gallery. We consign the works of painters in this area, and then take a certain middle fee." Ruth pulled back the loose hair, and then continued: "His works are very good, but It takes time for all paintings to become famous." Ruth blushed slightly when she mentioned Jack's works, and Jack drew a lot of fruit_photos of her.

"That would be great," Erica replied softly.She was a little uneasy, and an inexplicable guilty conscience enveloped her. Before she knew it, she had become such a hypocrite. Such diplomatic rhetoric was no different from those official social expressions.She didn't even dare to look up at Ruth's face, because what Ruth hated most was such hypocritical words.

Ruth wasn't mad at Erica.She calmly regarded Erica's words as the end of the previous conversation, and asked the next question very naturally. "How is my mother now?"

Things were pretty dire for Mrs. Bucket.After Carl unilaterally divorced Ruth, he also stopped repaying the debts owed to the Bookett family.Therefore, Mrs. Bucket, who used to be invincible in the past, is like all the nobles who are at the end of the road, relying on selling property to make a living, and has not attended any daily banquets for a long time.

Erica opened her mouth, then closed it in frustration.She didn't know how to express her mother's current situation to Ruth, since the mother and daughter were now in different cities and knew nothing about each other's lives.

Erica also knew that Mrs. Bucket had given up looking for Ruth not long ago.She was probably disheartened, and she no longer hoped that her daughter and Karl could get back together, and she was no longer willing to waste a lot of manpower and material resources to find a girl who ran away from home.

"Is she doing well?"

"No, I haven't heard from her for a long time. The last time I heard about my wife was in a tabloid... As you know, tabloids are not very credible..."

"She has been looking for you for a while, but she gave up recently. She is not doing very well by selling off her jewelry." Erica looked at Ruth's ugly face, and said with difficulty: "This is just news in the tabloids. Never counted." Erica tried to reassure Ruth.

Ruth covered her face to prevent Erica from seeing her tears.After a long time, after she finally ended the silent crying, she said with difficulty: "I know, people always have to pay the price for their choices!"

Another guest in the gallery.Erica heard movement at the front door.

Ruth rubbed the corners of her eyes, trying to offset the side effects of crying.Then I said sorry to Erica, and hurried to the front desk to take care of the customers.

Erica sat in the room for a while.The sound of Ruth bargaining with customers kept pouring into her ears.Almost all love fairy tales that begin beautifully will end with the princess and prince becoming king and queen in the end.

We never seem to have imagined that we would become that kind of person.Erica laughed at herself, and fled the small room in a panic.

"Miss Erica, are you okay?" The old driver watched Erica get into the car in a panic, and he desperately wanted to see Erica's face in the rearview mirror, but all her expressions, Covered by loose golden hair, it looks blurry.

"Drive, go to the bank on Booth Street." That's where Erica kept her money.

After Ruth saw off the guests, there was a trace of fatigue in her warm smile.

The days with Jack are very happy, and they are soul mates who can really communicate with each other.

But when she thought that such happiness was based on her mother's pain, her steps could no longer be brisk.

This is her sin!

From the bank to the stock exchange, Erica asked the driver to take her to all the places she wanted to go.When I got home, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

She paid Mrs. Bucket all her debts, and sent the lady a ticket to London.

Many things cannot be both.But if there is an external force intervening, that is, in the popular sense, someone is willing to lend a helping hand, then everything will eventually come to an end.

It's like when watching a movie back then, I always wondered what would happen if Jack and Rose survived.

This was a false proposition at the time, but now, she finally has the answer.

This was the last time Erica saw Ruth.

When all the debts are paid off, when Ruth is reunited with her own mother, she doesn't have to wallow in self-blame, she's still with Jack.

Whether the future development will be better for them, Erica doesn't know.But at least she doesn't feel so much guilt anymore.

"My dear, you seem to be in a good mood?" When Erica returned to the Dalton house, Mr. and Mrs. Dalton were about to enjoy a sumptuous dinner.Mrs. Dalton looked at Erica's beaming look and asked curiously.

"Is there any good news to tell us?" Mr. Dalton also asked.

"If this is good news." Erica shook the ring on her hand to her parents.Today's events are still so packed that Erica hasn't had time to get a detailed shot of her ring.

The material chosen by the Privy Councilor is very monotonous, but the platinum ring is still expensive.

Erica had a point in saying that Privy Councilors weren't very good at courting girls.After all, girls will prefer a diamond of kindness to a simple ring with vows engraved inside.

"This is..." Mr. Dalton's eyes stopped on Erica's raised hand, and his eyes widened, as if he had never seen a ring before: "This is a ring... It's obvious .but the question is, whose is it..."

"Erica, tell me, Mr. Green brought it to you!" In contrast, Mrs. Dalton's words were more blunt, her voice was sharp, as if she was forced into a front line, not by the just To be soft is to tear apart the sky.

"Of course, Mr. Green proposed to me." Erica announced the answer in a good mood.Then I admired the surprise expressions of the two adults.

The dinner on this day was very pleasant, and the Dalton family enjoyed the dinner happily.

Nine p.m.

Someone sent Erica a ticket for a stage play of Shakespeare's Hamlet.The position on the ticket is in the first row. Judging by the seat number, it probably has the best visual effect in the entire venue.

At ten o'clock in the evening, another person sent a ticket for the same performance.This one has a slightly inferior seat, but it's not too bad.

A later note was not signed.

Erica felt that after being divorced by the baron, there should not be any strange suitors.So the existence of this ticket made Erica a little confused.

The better one is from Green, who has attached a letter to Erica.This time the letter is in a formal format, so it can be understood as a love letter.

In the letter, he introduced the brilliance of this traditional work, that is, it is a curtain call.Since then, several actors will stop acting in Yun Yun.There was some ramblings in the middle, and if she didn't know him well, Erica might have thought it was just an ordinary social letter.Then he very cryptically ends his letter with a courtship poem by Shakespeare.

"What did Mr. Green write in his letter?"

"Nothing, mother. I'm just invited to a play."

"What time is your appointment?"

"In fifteen days, mother."

"My God! Mr. Green won't see you for the next fifteen days!"

Probably. "He's a little sick."

"Then you should take the initiative to visit him. Don't you understand? This is the basic obligation of someone else's fiancée. You girl is too rigid to be with the baron..."

"What are you talking about? Just let her handle it herself." Mr. Dalton frowned and said, "Who sent the other note?"

"I don't know."

"It will be clear at that time. Remember to report to Mr. Green to avoid any misunderstanding. It's getting late, go to bed." The male master of the Dalton family said a few words to his daughter briefly, and took His wife left.

"Why don't you let me teach her again? She really doesn't understand a man's heart!" Mrs. Dalton was dragged away by her husband, and she was still chanting, wanting to teach her daughter more about this. matter.I can't wait to instill all my previous knowledge into Erica.

"Let her go, Erica has been doing very well." Mr. Dalton returned to the master bedroom with his wife in his arms.