[Titanic] Ticket

The morning class was over. Vincent put down his quill and stood up to bid farewell to his tutor. The blond young man carefully selected some well-prepared words to compliment him. Smiling, he played with a seal on the table and patiently listened to the nonsense.

"Mrs. Wendy wants to see you." The governess secretly looked at his face, and added cautiously, "She misses you very much, she can't sleep at night, and she hopes that I will send you my most sincere greetings."

"Who is that?" Vincent asked with wide eyes, surprised but innocent. "An older lady? It's really my honor."

Henry walked in. He came to clean up the room, "Have you not finished class yet? Mr. Lester is looking for you, master." He blinked at Vincent with a look of surprise, the tutor was conscious Realizing that he was redundant, he smiled awkwardly, and quickly took his leave and left.

"Fire him." Vincent said briefly, not taking that cruel decision to heart at all. He and his sister are two completely different creatures. Delightful girls, they are like mirrors, Henry thought, and took note of it respectfully.

Vincent walked down the hallway and out into the garden, Lester sat in a field of flowers, concentrating on a harmonica, and Rebecca danced her new ballet steps on the gingham — honestly. , That was a bit horrible, "Dad." Vincent smiled, and there was a kind of undisguised warmth in his smile. He sat down beside the young man, looking gentle and harmless.

Lester put down his harmonica and stroked his hair. "How was the class?" he said.

"That's right. The new teacher is quite energetic, but he's just chatty. He asked me about the company, but I didn't tell him." Vincent lay on his lap, and Rebecca stopped panting. Staring gloomily at her brother, thinking he totally ruined her solo.

"I guess you made the right choice." Lester ran his fingers through the boy's hair, which was pure blond, like a pool of molten sunlight, and he didn't look like a Hockley most of the time. But he'd raised him knowing that he carried that bloodline through and through.

Vincent shrugged, he turned his head, his light-colored eyes sparkled in the sunlight, "Someone asked him to bring a message to me, that woman wants to see me." He lowered his voice, and Rebecca was caught by a butterfly. Attracting full attention, "What does she want from me."

Lester glanced at him and said softly, "You know I won't interfere with your decisions. You're 13, my son, and you can handle these things."

"Thank you." Vincent hugged him. There was a nice smell on Lester's body, which reassured him. He knew that he belonged to this manor after all, and belonged to them. Nothing is better than the bond of family. Department is more important.

When Carl came back at dinner, his reaction to this was a little unusual, "Why not?" He cut the steak in hand, poured a little black pepper juice, and said casually, "You should show her Look, you're doing well." He gave a sarcastic smile to show that the proposal was no joke.

Vincent straightened his back, put down the tableware in his hand, and the atmosphere at the table became a little stiff. Due to some personality mismatch, they had to stage such a scene every two days. Lester sighed, but Carl "I'm not throwing a tantrum," before he can try to speak reassuringly. He stares at his partner, whose face is covered in "otherwise what else can you plan?" With a sullen face, "I taught you that everything needs to be under control. If you don't see her, you will never know what she will do in the future. When you are not able to face those risks, you must be more Be good at using your strengths, Vincent."

The boy lowered his head thoughtfully, and Carl said lazily, "Don't be too conceited, rookie, you still have a lot to learn."

……

Vincent finally accepted Carl's suggestion, and he picked a sunny afternoon to meet his biological mother in a bar in a small town north of the White Rhododendron Manor.

He entered the dark and narrow shop, took off his hat, his fair hair fell on his shoulders and shimmered in the shadows, and many people looked at him, with eyes full of covetousness and greed, and in a corner he found the The woman, she covered her face with a black veil and wore an old dress, looked very poor, if she just wanted some money, he could give it to her, Vincent thought, sitting down opposite her.

"You are... Vincent?" the woman asked tentatively, she shook hands, and when she saw the boy nodding, she was completely ecstatic, "I saw you, my God, don't you Know how much I miss you. Countless, countless times, I saw you in my dreams! Hateful Hockley, they took you and your sister away!" She grabbed his arm and was a little incoherent with excitement, Vincent Te frowned, no one has ever dared to do this to him - Lester and Carl can, but the former has a gentle personality, the latter is always stingy in showing emotion, if this is a performance between blood, it feels really bad up.

"You had a contract. You took a large sum of money, and Rebecca and I belonged to the Hockley family. Your husband witnessed the exchange." Vincent pulled his hand out and took the It was once locked in a safe, but Lester gave it to him as a gift when he was ten years old. He thought he had a right to know the truth of the year. They gave him and His sister's wholehearted love, and he doesn't hope that one day in the future they will let down their efforts for an illusory blood relationship.

Typical businessman approach, but Lester has said that if something has the seeds of betrayal planted from the very beginning, then he would rather not have it.

Mrs. Wendy opened her eyes wide, and kept away from the document, as if it was a biochemical virus.She was indeed a beauty when she was young, and her pitiful appearance made people's hearts move, but Vincent just smiled, and he began to think that this trip was unnecessary, after all, the other party didn't look like she was ready for a bunch of The character of the follow-up plan, she seems innocent too much.

"You need money, right? I know your current husband is involved in a financial lawsuit." He took a sip of beer, which smelled of bad wheat, and he put it down quickly, "The Hockley family can help you , lawyers, money, or whatever, but I have one request."

The woman squeezed the tablecloth tightly, and she realized that there had been a distance of more than ten years between them. He was her son, but she didn't know what he had experienced in growing up, "I just had to... Benjamin he signed I did not agree to that contract..." She tried to explain, but so many years had passed, the memory at that time was already blurred, she couldn't tell what kind of mood she was in, she stared at the boy's face, he smiled Looking, a pair of brown eyes from the patrilineal blood are cold and hard.

She buried her face in her palms, choked up and unable to speak.

"I don't care about that, ma'am." Vincent said slowly, unmoved, "I just hope my life won't be ruined now. I love my family, no matter what happened before, but at least me and Rebecca is innocent."

"But I heard they're a couple—" She suddenly became excited again, Vincent stood up and forced her to swallow the rest of the bad words, the boy's expression was extremely cold, he didn't Not like his biological father, but more like the contemporary owner of Hockley who often appeared in newspapers and magazines.

"If you keep talking, I guarantee that your husband will lose his last hope." Vincent threatened, with that real impatience on his face, which made the woman flinch, "They are my father , for the sake of their raising me and my sister, you should at least maintain basic respect for them." He said sarcastically, staring at the woman in front of him, he could almost see through her what would happen if they were not taken away. The life he was facing was poverty, despair, years of quarrels or beatings, he suddenly couldn't stay here for a second, he wanted to go back to the white cuckoo, look at the sunshine, look at Rice Te, look at his little sister.

"I'll get him out of prison, but you're going to leave the United States." Vincent straightened his clothes, and the valet was waiting for him at the door after paying the bill. He turned his head and took one last look at the woman. She didn't try to keep him, nothing is more important than her own happiness, Vincent thought calmly, and said, "The train ticket will be sent to the house later, and there is a sum of money, you can think of something you like I don't want you to set foot on this land again, including your descendants. Goodbye, Mrs. Wendy."

Vincent turned around and went out, leaving the shadow behind him. Carl's car was parked not far from the tavern. He froze for a moment, went to open the car door and sat in the back seat.Carl sat next to him with a contemptuous and disgusted expression. He glanced at Vincent and patted him on the shoulder. The boy smiled. He thought, even for this, he would never regret it.