Matriarch of the Hockleys

"You don't need to say it," old Mr. Hockley tapped the table lightly with his index finger. "Let's do this first, Carl."

"Yes, father." Carl replied calmly.

"By the way, I have allocated the pension you mentioned. During this period of time, you should act as low-key as possible, and don't let people catch your words." Old Mr. Hockley muttered and said.

"Yes, father." Carl understood what his father meant. It seemed that he had to wait until the wind passed before he could visit that Mr. Bruce.

Inside a villa in New York

"Andrea, don't you want to take a break anymore?" Eden put down the newspaper in his hand, and looked at Andrea who had just come down the stairs with some concern.

"Second brother, don't be so nervous?" Andrea was taken aback by Eden's attitude, "I've been resting for several days. Staying at home all the time, I'm almost moldy!" Andrea sat down At the dinner table, some were unhappy.

"Go get me a breakfast!" Andrea turned her head and ordered, "Yes, Miss."

"Second brother, did something new happen?" Andrea looked curiously at the newspaper in Eden's hand.

"It's all about the Titanic. Before, the media had been reporting that the Titanic was 'unsinkable', so there was a lot of hype about the shipwreck, after all nearly a thousand passengers died in the accident " Eden said seriously.

"It was indeed a thrilling time. If we hadn't got on the lifeboat in time, I'm afraid," Andrea still had lingering fears when recalling what happened a few days ago.

"Then you don't go out for a while," Eden said, frowning.

"No need, second brother!" Andrea quickly reacted and said hurriedly, she didn't want to stay in the room all the time.

"Be obedient, Andrea! Don't let us worry about you." Eden softened his voice, "Okay, brother." Andrea reluctantly agreed.

"By the way, where is mom?" Andrea cut a slice of ham and asked with some doubts. She didn't see her mom today.

"She went to the beauty salon for facial treatment," Eden shook the newspaper in his hand, wanting to see if there was any useful information.

"Mom didn't ask me to go with you either," Andrea said with some displeasure, "Don't forget what you promised me just now, Andrea." Eden emphasized his tone.

"Understood, brother." Andrea poked the fried egg on the plate a little unhappy.

"Andrea, I still have something to do. You can eat slowly. In a few days, I will take you out for a stroll." Eden looked at Andrea who was pouted with some amusement.

"Understood, brother, pay attention to safety." Most of the unhappiness on Andrea's face disappeared.

"En." Eden took the coat from the servant's hand, "I'm leaving, stay at home."

After speaking, Eden went out.Seeing the back of her second brother leaving, Andrea picked up a slice of ham and took a bite angrily.

"Lisa, bring me the newspaper." Andrea raised her chin as a gesture.

"Miss," Lisa said, feeling very grateful for being able to escape the shipwreck.If she hadn't been with the lady that day, but went to the restaurant to open a small stove like Jenny, I'm afraid she would also be buried in the bottom of the sea.

She respectfully handed the newspaper under the dinner plate to Andrea.

"You go down first, I will call you if something happens." Andrea sent the maid away, and began to flip through the newspaper in her hand.

The New York Times wrote "Mr. Hockley decided to issue a pension to the Titanic", "Whether the quality of the Pittsburgh Steel Plant is up to standard", "The truth about the Titanic's death", "Ismay, the owner of the White Star Company, spoke for the first time", "Titanic The Truth About the Resignation of the Former Chief Designer of No. [-] and other titles.

Andrea was intrigued by the headline in the newspaper. 'The former designer Alexander pointed out that he was replaced by Thomas Andrew because of the request to increase the number of lifeboats.It claimed that Ismay was the indirect promoter of the heavy casualties! ''Captain Capeton Smith of the Titanic shot himself yesterday.Before he died, he said that Ismay insisted on speeding forward despite the threat of the iceberg. 'I think of Captain Smith who methodically arranged for people to escape when danger came.Andrea felt a little regretful, and she put down the newspaper in her hand with a heavy heart.

After pondering for a while, Andrea suddenly remembered the name she saw.She hesitated to open the newspaper, Carl Hockley, looking at this familiar name, she suddenly felt a little complicated.

She couldn't tell what was going on in her heart, and Andrea's face changed again and again.

Forget it, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridgehead.Andrea thought a little self-destructively, she put down the newspaper, and walked upstairs quickly.

A week later, the British White Star Company

"Mr. Ismay, do you have anything to say about Captain Smith's dying words?" The reporters crowded in the lobby of White Star Company. Facing the siege of reporters, Ismay's face was very ugly.

At this time, his face was haggard, and he had long lost the radiant look he had before.But he still pulled himself together, "What did he say? I've been busy these few days settling for the families of the crew members who died, and I haven't had time to read newspapers or anything like that." Ismay pretended to be puzzled. , he must never admit it!

"About the root cause of the Titanic's collision with the iceberg. It is reported that you disregarded Captain Smith's advice on the night of the 15th and forced you to speed up. Can you express your feelings? Do you regret this, Mr. Ismay!" Faced with such a sharp question, even a hypocrite like Ismay could barely maintain his composure.

"Cough," he rubbed his neck, and said, "Did Smith say it himself? Why didn't I know I had made such a request?" Ismay had a framed expression on his face, "Please find witnesses and ask Is that okay? I think I need to ask Smith myself!"

"Didn't you hear the news of Captain Smith's death?" A reporter looked at the surprised Ismay.

"Death? What did you say? He passed away!?" Ismay yelled in disbelief.

Seeing Ismay's reaction, several reporters looked at each other. They were not sure whether Ismay really didn't know or pretended not to know.

"Sorry, I still have something to do. That's all for today." After speaking, Ismay turned and left.Several staff members hurriedly stopped the reporters who were trying to catch up.

"Damn it, it's really not safe to die!" Ismay cursed angrily. In a rage, he lifted the vase on his desk and smashed it to the ground.

After the sound of "Boom~", Ismay gradually calmed down.

"Emily," Ismay yelled, unbuttoning her shirt.

A plump woman walked in slowly, "Boom~" She leaned against the door and used her own gravity to close the door, "Crack," the door was locked.

"What's the matter? Ismay, why are you in such a bad mood today?" Emily walked to Ismay's side and straightened his collar.

Ismay hugged Emily's waist, resting his fat head on her slender neck.A disgusted smile appeared on Emily's face, but she still wrapped her arms around Ismay's neck.

"Honey, what's the matter." Emily said with a smile, looking harmless to humans and animals.

"Have you contacted Andrew?" Ismay let go of Emily's arm and asked anxiously.

"Of course, my efficiency, don't you know?" Emily tapped Ismay's arm with her index finger.

Ismaila played with Emily's hand, "What did he say?"

"Mr. Andrew doesn't seem to want to meet you very much. He is currently staying in Room 307 of the Valle Hotel." Emily sat sideways on the table, rubbing her feet against Ismay's legs. "What are you going to do?"

"You don't have to worry about it, anyway, you can enjoy it!" Ismay hugged Emily horizontally. "Oh!" Emily, who was thrown on the sofa casually, groaned coquettishly.

Ismay showed a somewhat wretched smile, and pressed directly on Emily's body. "Honey," Emily pushed Ismay dissatisfied, "When will you get rid of that old woman at home?"

"No hurry, baby, let me kiss you." Ismay said with a smile, "I don't care, anyway, I don't want to see that old woman anymore!"

"Don't worry, we'll go to the United States together after I get my property transferred." Ismay softly coaxed her little lover.

"That's a good deal, don't take that woman with you." Emily pouted.

"Don't worry, baby, I miss you to death."

There was a gasp in Ismay's office.

"Knock-knock-knock~" There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Mr. Andrew was wearing pajamas, he didn't know who would come to see him at such a late hour. "Wait a moment,"

"Ismay," Mr. Andrew was startled by Ismay who was wearing a hat and scarf at the door.

He didn't want to see Ismay, but Ismay squeezed in without giving him a chance to close the door. "Andrew."

Andrew had no choice but to close the door, “Sit down first!”

Andrew poured a glass of hot water and handed it to Ismay, "What are you doing here?" He felt a little uneasy, because even his wife didn't know his address, so Ismay deliberately investigated his intentions.

"Smith committed suicide, you know that." Ismay said suddenly, looking at the steaming tea.

"It's been published in the newspaper." Andrew probably knew the reason why Ismay came to him. "So? What are you doing here?" Andrew asked bluntly, not wanting to go around in circles with Ismay.

"You know what he said before he died!" Ismay looked up at Mr. Andrew.

The author has something to say: The author once again wishes the little angels a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!There are double updates today! =^_^=