Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Summer did not refuse; she acquiesced. At the right time, she needed to cooperate with him, giving him a sense of presence without constantly undermining him. Otherwise, he might get upset and cause trouble. Truth be told, Summer had already experienced Mrs. Brightwood’s attitude last night and was concerned that the elderly couple’s mood had not yet calmed down. With Spencer around, at least Summer herself wouldn’t get hurt.

Spencer eagerly opened the car door for her. Summer calmly sat in the passenger seat, unaware that Spencer had already begun to give her a sense of security. Spencer happily closed the door for her, then walked around the car to the driver’s seat. He quickly started the car and drove towards the hospital.

Summer sat properly, looking ahead before turning her gaze out the window. Sitting alone in his car made her feel a bit uneasy. She thought about the conflict in the apartment last night and Spencer’s defense of her, making her feelings complicated.

He had bought dinner but was reluctant to enter, fearing she would blame him. Being with her made Spencer both excited and happy but also inexplicably nervous and uneasy. He was afraid of not doing well enough and making her unhappy. For instance, now he didn’t dare drive too fast, controlling his speed well so as not to leave a reckless impression.

The car headed towards the hospital. Since neither of them spoke to break the silence, the atmosphere in the car was somewhat oppressive. Finally, Spencer couldn’t help but play a song, adjusting the volume to a moderate level, which eased the atmosphere slightly.

In the music, Summer unknowingly recalled their high school days together-their moments together were distant yet clear-innocent and sincere. Spencer held the steering wheel with his left hand and tried to hold her hand with his right. When he succeeded, he interlocked their fingers lightly. Summer continued looking out the window, her chest tightening slightly as she pulled her thoughts back from ten years ago.

After a while, a calm Summer gently withdrew her fingers from his palm and placed them back on her right leg. She still didn’t turn her head but kept looking out the window; however, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her heartbeat gradually became erratic.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Spencer didn’t insist further; at least she hadn’t immediately pulled away when he held her hand earlier, indicating that she still had feelings for him. This made Spencer’s lips curl up slightly in happiness.

At the hospital.

After several hours of emergency treatment, Mr. Brightwood and Mrs. Brightwood were out of life-threatening danger by one in the morning and were transferred to a regular ward. They had been on IV drips until they woke up just now.

The two beds were about a meter apart. Mrs. Brightwood sat up at the head of her bed, trembling as she dialed Oaklake’s sales office number.

“Mrs. Brightwood!” The sales office staff was delighted to receive this long-stored number, thinking she wanted to buy a house. “Are you calling early to confirm your purchase?”

“I’m asking if my son Rupert has come to buy a house?” The elderly woman vaguely knew the answer but wanted to confirm it.

“No, there hasn’t been any Mr. Rupert buying a house recently.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Brightwood felt an instant blockage in her chest! It was as if she was suffocating!

She held the phone with one hand and clutched her chest with the other. “Okay, I understand. Thank you.”