Intention

Chapter 3: A Confrontation

Ola, I am back. A few things, arrogant, cheeky Fife ahead, well a bit. It was suggested in the comments that Robert's father should be responsible for all the illegitimate children so I took that idea and ran with it, thank you so much btw for the suggestion.

It did mean I had to provide context and write about Senior Fife's nasty behaviour.

Many thanks to Felicitiousone for coming with the ship name 'Fifington', which is much better than my PeFife or FiPen (which sounds like a medicine). Slight Polin references in this one but again, this won't be a Polin fic. If you wish to stick around then be my guest. As always sorry for strange wordflow , unfortunately not a Brit and I struggled a bit with the 'tone' for this chapter.. 

Writing does take a LOT of my time so my apologies if updates are a bit slow, especially since I have like 7 WIPS or something. Does that stop me from wanting to write a Kanthony modern era fic where Anthony and Kate are solicitors, going head to head in the courtroom, despising each other but having great hate love chemistry with each other?

"Oh, not you again", Anthony winced. 

"Mr. Bridgerton.. Marvellous to see you, are you eager to experience yet another crushing blow to your frail ego of yours while I successfully every stupid argument you make?", Kate smiled sweetly.

No.

Does it stop me from wanting to write an Anthony x Sophie fic? Also no. Am I beyond redemption and incorrigible? Yes. Should I be slapped? Yes.

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He didn't know why he was going to the ball as he could spend his time better than at yet another boring ball but Lord Cavendish, a friend of his father had personally invited him, and it would be rude not to go and he had to, since his father Reginald was in Scotland.

His father himself was not present and opted to spend his summers there, as he did every year, but Robert didn't mind at all. It saved him a sermon on how surely he really needed to get married and how Robert needed to ensure offspring so that the family name would live on which was ironic and quite hypocritical, coming from his father.

Robert knew there were already plenty of offspring running around, but they just weren't legitimate children. In the middle of winter last year, Robert discovered his father's dirty secret. Robert did not know how they had found out the address, but one day she was at his front door. Or, better said, she was already in his house. Mr. Chambers, the butler, was just escorting her out again when Robert ran down the stairs, alarmed by the ruckus he had heard.

There was a woman in the corridor currently screaming her lungs out, and Robert had to do something, though the motive behind it was not so noble; it was more about protecting his ears from the noise.

"Chambers, what is the meaning of this?" he had asked sternly. The butler's face turned pale before turning red.

"Nothing, my Lord... This lady has lost her way. I will deal with her shortly" Chambers mumbled. Robert looked at the woman; she was of small stature, her clothes were frayed, her hair was greasy, and she did not look too clean herself.

"That is not true! Please sir. Please hear me out! I have no money. My child and I are hungry. "Please," the woman exclaimed with tears permeating her voice.

Robert raised his eyebrows in annoyance. a beggar woman. He would have none of her audacity in allowing herself access to his home.

"You can turn to the poorhouses of London, ma'am, if you are hungry. I'm not sure what possessed you to come here, but we don't run a charity here. Will you escort her out, Chambers?" Fife asked.