Rebecca went into the kitchen to cook a meal for Carver, despite her pregnancy she still loved to do her regular hobbies. Besides, none of the other servants had no knowledge as how to prepare vegetable broth. Rebecca was taught by her grandmother when she was only twelve. Rebecca suddenly felt a pain in her side, she clutched her stomach for a brief moment. Unforunately, in the process: she had managed to accidentally drop a plate to the floor. Norrington who was upstairs tending to Carver, heard the crash, and grew a bit worried.
"What do you suppose that was?" Norrington asked
"It sounded like something fell to the floor...A dish probably." Carver stated
"Becky..." Norrington began
"Go, I'll be fine." Carver insisted
Norrington smiled and left the room to investigate the sound, he went to the kitchen and saw Rebecca dubbed over in pain on the floor as she tried to clean up the the broken plate. Norrington went to her side and helped her off the floor.
"I'm sorry, James. I just felt a bit weak and knocked the plate off the ledge of the table."Rebecca said meekly
"Never mind the plate. When I first arrived here I found you on the floor hunched over in pain...Where does it hurt?" Norrington asked
"It's just my stomach." Rebecca insisted
"Even so, I'm getting you up to bed." Norrington declared as he helped Rebecca to her feet
"Everything is fine." Rebecca insisted again
Norrington wrapped his arm around Rebecca's waist and draped her arm around his shoulder, they both began to make their way upstairs when Rebecca realized she could not go any further and fell to the floor in pain. Norrington knelt helplessly beside her, not knowing how to react until he saw something that trailed on the floor...He left her side for a moment and went to investigate the substance only to discover it was indeed...
"Blood..." Norrington said quietly
"James!" Rebecca called out, Norrington went back to his wife's side
"I'm here." Norrington whispered
"I cannot lose our baby." Rebecca moaned
Norrington ran his hand through his Rebecca's hair and hushed her with a gentle puck of the lips, he took her hand in his own and squeezed it. Carver, who had heard Rebecca's cries of pain, managed to get himself out of bed and went to the top of the staircase.
"Benjamin, go back to bed!" Norrington ordered
"Is she all right?" Carver asked
"Just have one of the servants fetch the surgeon." Norrington ordered as calmly as he could
Carver raced back to his bedroom and slipped on his breeches, boots and undershirt. He stumbled down the stairs and out the doorway, Norrington raced after him and grabbed him before he could mount up.
"Benjamin, I told you to fetch a servant to fetch the surgeon. You cannot ride!" Norrington cried
"You have done everything for me, this is the only way I can repay is by saving the life of your wife and child." Carver said solemnly, Norrington turned him lose.
"This is a matter of urgency. Go." Norrington commanded
Carver mounted up with some assistance by Norrington and powered away from the mansion, Norrington returned inside and knelt at Rebecca's head.
"We have come too far to lose anything now, darling, We won't lose anything." Norrington vowed
Norrington could only hope and pray that Carver had enough strength to find the surgeon, Rebecca's life was in his hands.
Back at Beckett manor, Beckett was in his study when Groves came walking by.
"Mr.Groves, may I speak with you?" Beckett asked
Groves nodded and entered the study, closing the doors behind him. Beckett stood to his face and began to pace around his study before he finally went by the window, Groves stood straight but his thumbs contiously went over one another.
"Do you find my wife to be admirable company?" Beckett asked
"Pleasurable company, sir. She is a good woman." Groves stated with a small smile
"Attractive?" Beckett asked
"I'm sorry, sir. Could you repeat your question?" Groves requested
"Do you find my wife attractive?" Beckett asked as he slowly turned to Groves
"I have known Emily since she was a small child, I have always found her to be quite lovely." Groves stated
"Speaking in a bit of pedophilic manner, aren't you, Mr.Groves?" Beckett asked
"No, sir. I was only stating that I was aquainted with her in my past, and I feel forunate to have remained friends with her for so long." Groves stammered
"Your friendship with Emily should not even exist, after all she was not the Worthington sister that you courted when you had hit seven of ten." Beckett smirked
"I am quite aware that I courted Rebecca in my youth, and I have remained a loyal friend to all of the Worthington family." Groves stated with a shrug of the shoulders
"Only a few more questions and then you have my permission to leave." Beckett began
"Of course, sir." Groves said quietly
"When you were courting Rebecca...Did you ever glance at Emily?" Beckett asked
"A bit, but my attention was on Rebecca whom I was openly courting at that particular time." Groves stated
"Did you even once feel tempted to race your hand down her bare breasts and lay your lips upon each perfect nipple?" Beckett asked
"N-No sir." Groves stammered
"Do you find her more suitable company than your less than pleasurable Amelia?" Beckett asked
"I DID NOT ENTER YOUR STUDY TO BE PLACED UNDER INTEGRATION, SIR!" Groves shouted
"Have I said anything about an integration?" Beckett asked coyly
Groves stormed out of the study, Beckett took out his pistol and fired at a glass jar and shattered his target.
"Mark my words, Groves. You will not set one foot near my Emily." Beckett said with a stone cold face
And so, dear readers, as of this moment. Four lives are highly at stake. Rebecca may lose both her life and the life of her unborn child, Carver may die from riding, and poor defenseless Groves may be sent to an early grave at the hands of a jealous husband. Will anyone survive? Can the tragedy befall at any moment?
