Semua Bab ONE More Time to make it right: Bab 11 - Bab 20

"Carson! Now in my study!" The house echoed with the sound of Mr. MacPherson's words.Carson's heart was beating fast as he walked to his dad's study. He felt like his shoes were full of lead because every step was heavy. His nerves made his hands white as he knocked on the big wooden door."Come in," his dad told him.He stepped into the room,it had the smell of old books and his dad's favorite smokes. Two people named Mr. and Mrs. MacPherson were sitting behind a big desk. They looked serious, like judges who are about to make a decision."Sit down, son," Mr. MacPherson told him, showing him a chair.Carson sat there, feeling small in front of his parents. The tight quiet was broken by the chair's creak."Carson," his worried father said first, "we need to talk about the business." and your plans for the future."Carson felt sick to his stomach. "What's wrong, Father?"Mr. MacPherson let out a sigh and looked old and tired all of a sudden. "Son, the business is in trouble. "Big trou

In her small room, Alice stood by the window and looked out at the huge grounds of the MacPherson estate. The sky was softly colored pink and gold by the rising sun, but she didn't seem to notice how beautiful it was. Her mind was full of feelings and thoughts.Her breath made the cool glass foggy as she whispered to herself, "Have I made a mistake falling for Carson?" "We clearly can't be together, and I can't lose my job right now... "Ah, I'm being stuck!"As thoughts of Carson came flooding back to her, she pressed her face against the window and closed her eyes. He smiled sweetly, touched her gently, and his eyes lit up when he saw her. Then, like a dark cloud over the sun, they saw how things really were: his family's demands, problems at work, and the huge gap in their social ranks.Alice woke up when she heard a soft knock on her door. Right before she opened the door, she quickly wiped her eyes and pressed her uniform. Carson stood there, his fragrance smell all over the place

Margaret brushed her long blonde hair while sitting at her desk. When she thought about Carson's recent behavior, her eyes got narrow. There was a problem."He's so cold," she said to herself. "It's like he's a different person."A soft knock stopped her in her tracks. "Come in," she said.One of the maids, Clara, came in with new towels. "Hi Miss Margaret, good morning. I hope you had a good night's sleep.She looked at Clara in the mirror. "Clara, you've worked here a long time, right?"Clara nodded and put the towels in order. "Yes, Miss. Almost five years now.""Tell me," Margaret asked as she turned around. "Has Carson always been so... distant?"Clara hesitated, her hands stilling. "Mr. Carson has always been kind, Miss. I'm just a maid, though. "I don't really know him."Margaret's eyes got very dark. "You're not telling the truth." What do you want to hide?"Clara's face turned pale. "Nothing, Miss!" Promise!"Sarah, another maid, rushed in at that very moment. "Clara, Mrs. Ma

Alice didn't remember much about the next few days. Thoughts of the baby growing inside her kept going through her mind like a robot as she did her work. How was she going to tell Carson? Should she really tell him? What would happen to her family and job?Clara saw that she was distracted. She snuck up on Alice one afternoon while they were changing the sheets in the guest rooms. "All right, spill it. What's wrong with you?"A pillowcase was half-on Alice's hands when she stopped moving. "What do you mean?"Clara put her hands on her hips. Alice, don't act stupid around me. Things have been strange about you for weeks. You look pale, are always tired, and I've heard you throwing up in the morning...Alice's heart beat fast. Was she really that clear? "I... I've been feeling a little under the weather," she said in a shaky voice.Suddenly, Clara's eyes got really big. "Oh my God," she said in a low voice. "You're pregnant, aren't you?"Alice's silence told Clara everything she needed

Carson stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his tie. There were only a few hours until the yearly charity gala, and he felt like he was going to pass out from all the pressure.He said to himself, "You can do this," but the words didn't mean anything.Someone knocked on his door, sending him flying. "Come in," he said, trying hard to keep his voice steady.In his suit, his father, Mr. MacPherson, walked into the room and looked very good. What are you ready for, son? The future of our family depends on what happens tonight.Carson nodded, but he could feel the familiar knot of worry in his stomach getting tighter. "Yes, father. I get how important it is."There was a strong grip on his shoulder as Mr. MacPherson tapped him. "Well done, man. Keep in mind that the Thompsons will be there. They need to see that this marriage and your engagement to Margaret are the best things that can happen for both of our families.Carson sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands as hi