Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Ivan pondered for a moment, “Alright, I understand.”

After ending the call, he dialed another number, this time to Canada.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Good evening, Mr. Marsh,” the person on the other end greeted respectfully. “What can I do for you?”

“I need you to look into someone for me. His name is Rupert Brightwood,” Ivan instructed in a low voice. “He’s an international student from Arkpool City. I want all the information you can find on him, the more detailed, the better.”

“Understood, Mr. Marsh. I’ll start right away.”

Ivan hung up the phone, knowing that the other party had already begun mobilizing all departments.

He glanced at Jennifer before returning to accompany his wife.

Recently, he had been focusing on prenatal education, telling Jennifer stories every day for a month now. They had already gone through a thick set of picture books.

Even though the baby was not yet formed and didn’t have ears to hear his voice, Jennifer felt much happier listening to him, which was beneficial in its own way.

When Ivan was with Jennifer, he became particularly playful.

He tried to spend as much quality time with her as possible. It wasn’t just about being physically present while playing on his phone or working; he was genuinely engaged. They would either go for walks together, he would tell her stories, or review her design drafts and offer suggestions. Their relationship improved significantly.

These sweet and warm moments brought great comfort to Marry and Jordan, who smiled more often now.

Since Mrs. Marsh arrived, Emerald Bay felt more lively and homely. Mr. Marsh seemed like a different person.

At night.

In Summer’s bedroom, the main light was off. She leaned against the headboard, hugging a pillow and finding it hard to fall asleep.

She occasionally glanced out the window, wondering if Spencer was asleep. It seemed like his light was still on… she could see it shining through.

Summer felt a bit conflicted and uneasy inside.

The words she said today had indeed hurt Spencer. She began to reflect; no matter what, Spencer was standing up for her and ended up being blamed by her instead. He must feel terrible.

Everyone else could criticize him, but she couldn’t…

The girl deeply regretted her actions that night.

Spencer’s feelings were not only complicated but also tinged with fear and anxiety.

He was scared of losing everything because things were spiraling out of control.

Despite repeatedly telling his sister not to inform their older sister about this matter,

his sister hadn’t explicitly agreed to keep it a secret before leaving.

It seemed like she hadn’t fully processed what happened and couldn’t accept it yet…

Spencer couldn’t fathom his sister’s thoughts, let alone his older sister’s.

In any case, Spencer couldn’t face it anymore. If Summer found out that he was her first love…

the one who had hurt her…

the one who almost cost her life…

he couldn’t imagine whether he could still be part of Summer’s world or how much she would despise him.

All his plans were disrupted.

Spencer felt both scared and sad as he sat heavily on the sofa and sighed deeply. He couldn’t think of any solution; his mind felt like it was going to explode!

His thoughts were in complete disarray. He regretted his impulsiveness; he shouldn’t have gone to Summer’s mother’s shop today or taken a bouquet of flowers!

But there is no medicine for regret in this world, just as he shouldn’t have made Summer feel insecure back then!

Agnes returned to her room and didn’t come out again. She seemed like she was holding a huge bomb, terrified. She sat at her desk drawing but frequently stopped and got distracted.

What should I do? What should I do?

Sister and Spencer… is this fate?

Is this an unfinished destiny? They separated for ten years only to meet again? Even soap operas aren’t this melodramatic!

There was a possibility that her sister’s memories could return… something that had never happened before… if her sister regained her memories, would she still love Spencer?

Agnes had a strong premonition that their once peaceful life was about to be disrupted.