Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Ivan listened in silence, understanding his feelings as a man. In this world, emotions are the hardest to control; they can drain a person completely. “So, brother, you have to help me!” Spencer turned to him, placing all his hopes on him. In Spencer’s eyes, his brother was a god who could solve everything. He admired and revered him deeply.

“Brother, help me dig up some dirt on Rupert Brightwood! He can’t be that clean! He’s been abroad all this time; maybe he has some woman there? Human nature is the most fragile thing!”

“Your love is obsessive; you need to calm down,” Ivan said calmly. “Although he is Summer’s boyfriend, you are the one by her side now.”

Spencer was stunned for a moment, as if finding a breakthrough. His bad mood gradually lightened up. “I’ll hinder his return, giving you more time,” Ivan told him. “How you handle it is up to you. If you mess it up, it’s on you; don’t say I didn’t help.”

“Thank you, brother!” Spencer was thrilled and excited. “Have you already taken action?” He sensed his brother’s confidence. So Rupert Brightwood wouldn’t be coming back for now?

“Get out of the car,” Ivan said without confirming anything. “I need to go to the company. If you have more questions, come find me at two in the afternoon.”

Spencer didn’t feel awkward about being dismissed. “Alright!” He opened the car door with a big smile and said, “Thanks, brother! No problem! I know what to do now!”

Ivan calmly watched him get out of the car, close the door, and bounce away like a rewarded child. Ivan’s lips curved slightly; it wasn’t much, but he was happy for him.

Spencer could now call him ‘brother’ naturally, which made Ivan very pleased. His efforts over the years hadn’t been in vain. It proved that hearts are made of flesh.

In a hospital room, Angel lay on a bed covered in bandages, sustained by nutritional fluids with no appetite for food due to severe injuries. Even after surgery, swallowing food was still painful.

The worst blow came when the director’s team called to inform her that her role had been recast and she should focus on recovery; they offered her some compensation.

“Mirror…” Angel murmured weakly through tears. “Give me a mirror…” Her voice was faint but determined; she wanted to see her current appearance.

“Angel…” Her mother felt heartbroken and tried to comfort her daughter. “Focus on getting better.”

“Give me a mirror!” The woman gritted her teeth in agitation.

The more her mother refused, the more agitated Angel became, her emotions growing unstable.

“Wait a moment!” Angel’s mother had no choice but to comply, fearing her daughter might pull out the IV in frustration. “I’ll get it right away!” She hurriedly rummaged through her bag.

Finding the mirror, Angel’s mother hesitated before bringing it closer to her daughter.

“Give it to me…” Angel’s voice was weak but firm as she moved her fingers slightly.

Tears welled up in her mother’s eyes as she slowly held the mirror in front of Angel.

Angel saw her bandaged face in the mirror-her nose and eyes were swollen and bruised, her lips were puffy, and there were two stitches at the corner of her mouth.

Ugly!

Unbearably ugly!

Always loving beauty, she was horrified by her appearance, her eyes filled with terror as if she had seen a ghost.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.