Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Auntie, please don’t dismiss him outright. You can observe his future behavior and give him a chance to show how he treats Summer,” Ivan said. “There’s no rush to get married; just agree to let them date peacefully.”

Ivan was truly worried about his younger brother. Normally, he wouldn’t have said so much to someone over a single issue. But their father had asked him on his deathbed to take good care of his brother.

Mr. Marsh’s sincerity moved Mr. and Mrs. Campell. They agreed to let time be the judge and didn’t insist on stopping Spencer from seeing Summer. As parents, they just wanted Summer to be happy more than anyone else.

“I also hope Spencer can be happy, and your daughter is his happiness,” Ivan stated. “If Spencer ever makes Summer feel wronged, you can come to me. I won’t just mediate; I’ll take action against him unconditionally.”

Though it sounded like a joke, Ivan’s seriousness startled the Campell parents. After saying this, Ivan bowed deeply to them.

Hearing these words, the Campell parents had nothing more to say and would consider it carefully.

After a while, as Ivan was saying goodbye to the Campell parents and preparing to leave, Spencer appeared at the door carrying several bags.

Seeing his brother, Spencer froze in his tracks! Ivan also stopped walking.

On this ordinary morning, the brothers unexpectedly met in the flower shop.

“Brother…” Spencer called out, thinking he might be seeing things.

Ivan’s calm face showed a hint of a smile. Seeing his brother carrying so many things, he knew Spencer was taking action and felt very pleased.

He glanced at the two elders and said, “Goodbye.” Then he looked back at his brother with a smile before walking forward.

As he passed by Spencer, Ivan patted him on the shoulder without saying a word and walked straight out.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Spencer didn’t know what his brother had said to the Campell parents, but he knew Ivan was on his side-a friend, not an enemy. His brother’s early morning appearance was because of him.

“Good morning, Uncle and Auntie,” Spencer greeted them as he walked in with the gifts and put them down without staying long.

He chatted briefly and felt relieved that the Campell parents hadn’t chased him out with a broom. Satisfied, he waved goodbye and promised to visit again soon before leaving in a hurry.

The Campell elders stood there for a long time in a daze. The brother had just left when the younger one arrived with so many gifts, showing his determination.

Early morning in an apartment bedroom.

Agnes groggily opened her eyes under the covers. The dream she had just had was so vivid that she couldn’t tell if it was real or not as she stared at the ceiling.

Did Little Cat reply to her email? Was it real or just a dream?

Uncertain but determined to find out, Agnes got out of bed despite still being sleepy. With messy hair, she sat at her desk, turned on her computer, and logged into her email.

Her inbox was empty; there was no reply from Little Cat.

Holding the mouse, Agnes stared at the screen feeling disheartened. A sense of loss washed over her.

She should have known that her emails would go unanswered one after another.