Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“It’s been seven or eight years, and their relationship is very stable,” Summer’s mother said to him. “Young man, what’s your name? You must be very close with Summer, otherwise she wouldn’t have told you about her wedding.”

“Yes, we are quite close,” Spencer nodded, his voice gentle. “We occasionally keep in touch.”

“Then you’re welcome to attend Summer’s wedding,” Summer’s mother said happily. “Our Summer went through a car accident and doesn’t remember much from before. Anyone she’s still in contact with must be important to her. You’re very welcome to come.”

Spencer nodded, feeling a sharp pain in his heart. Attend her wedding? The only way he could be at Summer’s wedding was if he were the groom.

“Auntie, I’d like to buy a bouquet of roses,” he changed the subject. “Could you help me pick one?” He really didn’t want to discuss Summer’s wedding any further.

“Of course,” Summer’s mother responded warmly.

As Spencer watched her busy figure, he sipped his juice, lost in thought. His heart felt cold and heavy.

The girl he loved was getting married, and he had no plan.

After finishing his juice, he put down the glass. Summer’s mother handed him a bouquet of roses with a beaming smile. “Young man, you don’t need to pay for these flowers. Consider them a gift from me. You’re giving these roses to someone you love, right? I wish you both happiness and longevity!”

“Auntie…”

“Young man, there aren’t many of Summer’s classmates who still keep in touch with her. You might be the only one. We look forward to seeing you at the wedding,” she said with a smile.

Spencer didn’t know how to respond… He could only smile back at the kind middle-aged woman.

“Thank you, Auntie.” Spencer held the bouquet of roses, feeling a weight in his heart.

“You’re welcome. Come visit whenever you have time!”

Even as Spencer drove away, his heart seemed to linger in the flower shop, haunted by the kind and friendly image of Summer’s mother.

Rupert Brightwood.

He etched that name into his memory.

A bouquet of vibrant red roses lay on the passenger seat, filling the car with their fragrance.From NôvelDrama.Org.

As he drove, he picked up his phone and dialed a number. In a deep voice, he said, “Find out everything about Rupert Brightwood. His girlfriend is named Summer. I need all information on Rupert Brightwood and his photos as soon as possible.”

With that, he hung up.

He felt both eager and apprehensive about obtaining information on this man.

According to Summer’s mother, Rupert Brightwood was quite outstanding… For some reason, Spencer felt insecure.

Marsh Group.

A meeting had just ended when Ivan returned to his office. Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, his deep gaze extended towards the distant horizon, watching the clouds drift by.

His mood wasn’t light.

Thinking about Spencer over the years brought back many memories; he’d watched him grow up.

From being uncontrollable to now being under his control, only Ivan knew the hardships involved.

Spencer used to resist him by causing trouble almost daily-either beating up the principal’s son or even the principal himself.

Each time, Ivan would leave behind important company matters to personally handle it.

Like an elder brother acting as a father figure, he always cleaned up after Spencer without ever blaming him.

Because Ivan never got angry, Spencer eventually found such antics boring and naturally calmed down a lot.

In Ivan’s eyes, Spencer would always be a child.

With his exquisitely handsome face carrying an air of aloofness and nobility, Ivan never forgot his father’s last words-

“Take good care of your brother; in my next life, I would gladly serve you.”

Those words saddened Ivan deeply; how could he ever let his father serve him?