Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Right, Mr. Hockley?"

Mori Yuesa wiped the corners of her mouth with soft silk and slowly stood up.

"Of course, I have no opinion on Miss Ruth's behavior within the engagement. Maybe she was wrong, maybe not. But does it matter?"

"I'll give you a suggestion."

Mori Yuesha smiled and picked up her bag: "You can marry this - Mrs. Bucket. It will not only fulfill Ruth's freedom, but also fulfill your dream of becoming an aristocrat. It's the best of both worlds, and we hit it off immediately."

"Not bad, Mrs. Bucket?"

The middle-aged woman's face turned even paler.

She opened her mouth angrily, but was afraid of being too rude, so she stretched her neck and lowered her voice to yell at Mori Yuesha: "That's my daughter! You don't need to say these things! I can decide who she marries, and I can decide her life! Because I know what's best for her!"

"She has to listen to me!"

Mori Yuesha nodded.

"Yes, this is ignorance. Do you know? Using the money from selling your eldest daughter to subsidize your youngest son is already shameful."

"What's even more shameful is that you don't have a son. You sold your daughter just for yourself, so that you can enjoy a life of wealth and honor."

"This is disgusting, Mrs. Bucket."

"If I didn't want to go crazy so early, I would definitely pull your intestines out of your belly and swing them around for fun, and you would never have to waste so much foundation again."

Mori Yuesha looked at the two of them with contempt, then left without looking back, lifting her skirt.

During this time, Howard, who was eating not far away, avoided his father's sight and gave her a thumbs up from a distance.

My sister is awesome!

(ノ>ω<)ノ

Chapter30 Can you control yourself?

It seemed that Jack had not come home all night.

The next morning, he knocked on Mori Yuesa's door, and with his weed-like blonde hair, he slid limply into the girl's sofa.

The man looked very weak.

Mori Yuesa yawned drowsily.

Arrietty and Quina took their tribesmen to settle down in the kitchen of the big ship. They came back every day eating like pregnant women, but she didn't bother to care.

"You smoking a cigar again?"

Judging from Jack's expression, Mori Yuesa couldn't be blamed for thinking this way.

He scratched his hair shyly, lowered his head awkwardly, raised his eyes again, lowered his head, and raised his eyes again, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Finally, he just evaded Mori Yuesha and said, "You are too young, you don't need to ask these questions."

As soon as those words were spoken, Mori Yuesa understood.

The girl made herself a cup of black tea, not the man's.

In the morning, drinking a hot cup, eating a piece of bread with butter and a slice of bacon is simply the most comfortable thing.

"Oh, what happened to you guys."

She chewed and said, "Something happened that I couldn't know. Then, you came to me and said, 'Ask me, ask me.' I asked, and you told me that I couldn't know."

"are you crazy."

After saying a few words to Jack, Mori Yuesha felt much better.

"Isn't it just 'being honest with each other'?"

Jack suddenly looked up and looked at Mori Yuesha, who looked like a little hamster, in surprise. He shouted loudly: "Hey! How do you know these things? You are too young!"

If you were surrounded by the two ancestors, Sagiri Izumi and Eriri Sawamura, you might learn faster than me.

Mori Yuesha laughed maliciously: "Yesterday, Carl Hockley and Mrs. Bookett came to see me."

Jack sat up quickly, "When? Why? Why you? I did all this!"

Mori Yuesha waved her hands: "I know, no one said it wasn't you who did it. They were just telling me in a 'noble' way to take care of my 'brother'."

"Can you take care of yourself?"

Jack slumped into a chair, grinning bitterly and rubbing his hands over his face.

"I can't... it's too late."

Mori Yuesa put down her teacup, threw the remaining breakfast into the tray, and waited for the waiter to come and clean up.

She stood up and stretched. Outside the window, the sun was blazing.

"Anyway, I'm warning you, you and your Miss Rose, don't always bring me along when you show your affection." The girl bared her little white teeth threateningly: "It's annoying, you know? Stay away from me, I don't want to eat dog food, I refuse!"

"Hmm?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "Not taking you? Hey, we went dancing in third class last night. Shall I tell you about it?"

Mori Yuesha: Go away.

…………

"You had a great time last night, didn't you?" Carl and Ruth were drinking coffee face to face, while the maid Tracy was busy serving. She was just about to dress up the young lady when the man came in angrily and interrupted the maid's work.

Ruth lowered her head and said nothing.

Karl waved his hand and asked the maid to leave irritably before asking her, “Third class is interesting, isn’t it?”

"I know you sent Leger to follow me." Ruth, who was stubborn by nature, suddenly raised her head: "What? The servant turned into a detective?"

Carl ignored Ruth's anger; he was angry enough himself.

"From now on, you are not allowed to meet that person again." He issued an ultimatum. "I don't care if he is rich or noble."

"Which person?"

Carl was annoyed by Ruth's question, "Do you know who it is?"

"You are my fiancée! You must be loyal to me! You must! Don't play tricks on me!" He grabbed Ruth's shoulders tightly, his muscles bulging, and shook them wildly.

The woman swung in his hands like a broken toy.

"I am a member of the Hockley family. I won't allow you to act unruly here! Not now, and even less after we get married! Do you understand?!"

Ruth was horrified.

She was not afraid of Karl, but she thought of the many consequences that she could not afford, and she thought of her mother.

The girl who had turned herself into an object, suppressed her pride and nodded slightly: "I understand."

Words that weigh a thousand pounds.

She was put into this cage by her mother and had no control over anything.

Maybe she will be very happy in the future, or maybe she will be abused and insulted, or maybe her name will never appear in the Hockley family tree, and only the "slut" in the gossip will remain - she can only answer "I understand".

Yes, I understand.

The steel tycoon's family only needs a noble title and a word of "understanding".

Carl nodded with satisfaction, let go of Ruth, and calmed himself down a little: "You'd better remember. Excuse me."

After saying goodbye, Carl hurried out of the room.

Not far away, the maid Tracy was watching this scene. She wanted to go up and say something, but Mrs. Bucket had a cold face and rudely pulled her shoulders away.

"get out."

"Yes, ma'am." Tracy closed the cabin door obediently.

Mrs. Bucket staggered behind her daughter and reached out to complete the unfinished work of the maid.

She tightened Ruth's corset tightly, and her slim figure was obtained through pain day after day. Ruth held her upper body straight and could hardly breathe.

Be patient, be patient, and wait for your mother to speak.

"Don't see that man again, understand? I don't allow you to see him again!" Mrs. Bookett said unhappily. She knew that Jack had angered Carl, so if she continued, the consequences would be disastrous.

Ruth was still enduring. That was her mother, the one she had depended on for many years.

"Don't be like this...Mom. I'm not a child anymore, don't be angry."

Mrs. Bucket was not only not calmed, but even more angry. She turned Ruth's body so that her daughter faced her.

"Don't change the subject! This is not a joke! You know our situation, right?"

"When your father died, he left us nothing but the status of a noble. We can only rely on this status to survive... You should understand that marrying into the Hockley family is the only way out for us mother and daughter."

Ruth couldn't stand it any longer. She blurted out, "Why should I bear this responsibility? I can support you even if I work as a seamstress, Mom!"

"I don't need the wealth—"

"Shut up!" Mrs. Bucket cried sadly, her tears making a path through the thick powder: "You actually want to be a seamstress?! Can you bear to watch me auction off my belongings to make a living? A good life! I want to live a good life!"

Her mother's desire to live a good life made Ruth even more desperate.

"Why? Only by marrying him can we survive? Otherwise, we will die immediately?"

Her mother looked at her with disappointment in her eyes: "How could you be so selfish?"

"I'm selfish?" Ruth didn't understand. She even wanted to laugh. "It's not fair."

"This is unfair! But we are women! As women, we cannot make our own decisions. Before, I listened to my mother. Now, you have to listen to me too!"

“Marry Karl and let me live a good life, understand!”

"And you're not allowed to meet that forest girl. God, she said she wanted to pull my intestines out of my body..."

The mother left her daughter mumbling something and turned to look for her box of gouache that was as expensive as gold.

Ruth murmured desperately, "I'd rather she did that."

Chapter 31 Iceberg

Edward John Smith holds a tumbler.

The ice inside hit the glass wall, and the whiskey slid over the tip of his tongue. He hummed and swayed, feeling happy and leisurely in his own captain's cabin.

He is in his sixties and is preparing to retire after taking charge of the Titanic's maiden voyage.

Of course, an old guy who doesn't want to socialize can always be forgiven, right?

Suddenly, there was a violent shaking sensation.

The harsh friction sound and the sound of a huge object falling into the water resounded through the night sky...

On the deck, the flying tiny ice chips emitted countless dazzling lights under the light. Large pieces of ice were knocked off the iceberg, stirring up a large number of bubbles in the sea water.

Smith looked at his hand blankly, and his phone rang.

On the deck five minutes ago.

The observer was chatting with his colleague on duty beside him with gusto, telling dirty jokes and discussing the differences between British and American girls. The conversation went deeper and started talking about men and bed.

The night was terribly cold, and the two could only use the passionate conversation to comfort themselves in the boring and cold time.

As he was speaking, the young man who was listening blinked hard and looked behind his companion, his expression changed from light to heavy.

"That is……!"

He yelled, pushed his companion and turned around, pointing his trembling fingers forward!

"iceberg!"

The voice changed its tone. He grabbed the bell behind him and shook it desperately. Another person also picked up the phone: "Asshole! Answer the phone! Hurry up!"

The entire ship woke up instantly starting with the two of them.

The helmsman who heard the alarm hurriedly put on his clothes. He waited for the commander to give orders while the crew ran into the cabin.