Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“How could this happen?”

The set was still in chaos, the director growing increasingly anxious. “Does anyone know what happened?”

“I was rehearsing lines with Mr. Harlan, and she suddenly fainted, no warning at all,” a witness recounted. “Luckily, Mr. Harlan was quick to catch her. If she had hit the ground, she could have been seriously injured.”

“Could it be a sudden illness?” someone asked.

“It shouldn’t be. She underwent a medical examination before the filming started.”

No one knew the exact situation, so no one wanted to jump to conclusions.

A car was sent to take her to the hospital, and the director called one of the crew members, “Summer, what’s the situation? I need you to report back as soon as possible.”

“Alright, Daniel.”

The director paced back and forth, hesitant to inform Mr. Marsh until they heard from the hospital.

Everyone was left in the dark about what had happened to Summer. Angel was nearby, blending in with the crowd, concealing her intentions deeply.

Charity Medical Center, doctor’s office.

Rowan had thoroughly reviewed all of Summer’s medical records, spending a full ten minutes taking his time with the matter.

Spencer observed him calmly, every second filled with anxiety.

The office was filled with a long silence.

“Spencer,” Rowan set aside the medical records and leaned against the desk, looking at the man not far away, speaking softly, “Do you want her to regain her memory?”

Standing by the window, Spencer met his gaze. “…,” he fell silent, his eyes growing deeper and filled with emotion.

This question was a soul-searching trial.

Because the only lasting effect of the car accident on Summer was memory loss.

So today, Spencer had come to find the authority to evaluate if there was any chance for her to regain her memory.

But Dr. Watson’s question had left him speechless, even though this was a question Spencer had asked himself as well.

He didn’t have a definite answer in his heart. His emotions were riddled with contradiction.

Rowan’s gaze rested on his face. As a doctor, he had studied psychology to some extent, so even if Spencer didn’t answer, Rowan already knew what it was.

Rowan picked up the medical records again and said objectively, “It’s been ten years since the accident, and she has not regained that missing memory. Unless she experiences a significant stimulus or serendipitous coincidence, the chances of her regaining her memory are low.”

“But what if she experiences a stimulus? What about a serendipitous coincidence?” Spencer asked.

“Yes,” Rowan looked up and answered very directly, “Nothing is absolute. The possibility of regaining her memory is small, but it cannot be ruled out.”

Spencer fell silent… he seemed very heavy-hearted.

After a while, he looked up and asked, “Will the missing memory affect her future health?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Then…” Spencer suddenly fell silent again.

Even though he struggled to speak, Rowan still understood what he wanted to ask.

Seeing his conflict, Rowan answered directly, “Her memory can be restored through treatment, and it’s quite simple.”

“…” Spencer didn’t respond, at this moment, his heart was selfish.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Because he wasn’t sure what Summer would be like if she regained her memory.

She had left him without a second thought back then. If she did remember, she might hate him, right? Probably not want to see him, let alone be friends.

Spencer was deeply wounded and deeply in love, he had no confidence in himself anymore.

And now, he had received information from his sister… Summer had a fiancé. This was the most important thing he needed to figure out at the moment.