Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Mrs. Brightwood, about our house, should we…” Before the person on the other end could finish, Mrs. Brightwood’s trembling fingers ended the call, and her last shred of hope collapsed. Clutching her phone tightly, even breathing was painful. She lowered her head in despair, her eyes vacant, without tears or wails, just silent with a deathly pallor and a blank mind. No one knew what she was thinking.

Mr. Brightwood, sitting on another bed, held his breath and couldn’t stop his body from trembling. He sat there like a statue, not crying either. The room was filled with an overwhelming sadness. The hearts of the elderly couple were torn apart, silently bleeding.

They were bewildered, utterly clueless about what to do next. They had never encountered anything like this before; it was beyond their ability to solve. The amount of money involved was astronomical.

After about five minutes, Mrs. Brightwood slowly turned her gaze to her husband on the adjacent bed and weakly asked, “What should we do now?”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Mr. Brightwood was logging into the bank on his phone to check where the money had gone. The first transfer was $300, 000 to a Mr. Smith… and then one transfer after another, all into Rupert’s account. And that money must have been transferred out too, given how many creditors there were.

This proved that the evidence Spencer provided yesterday was true. The phone recordings were real too.

In fact, the elderly couple had already believed it yesterday; they just didn’t want to face it. How they wished it was all a dream!

Seeing her husband’s fingers trembling as he held the phone, Mrs. Brightwood’s eyes filled with pain. “How much does Rupert owe? Did you see it clearly yesterday?”

“Tens of millions…” He saw it clearly and could hardly bear to recall it. How could an ordinary family withstand such an amount?

“What should we do…” The woman’s heart shattered completely, the pain tearing through her as tears began to fall uncontrollably. “What should we do now… If we can’t repay this money, will it cost him his life?” She trembled.

“It’s hard to say…” Mr. Brightwood couldn’t remain calm either and murmured softly, “Even in a lawful society, those who lend at high interest rates are not easy to deal with. Owing so much money and not being able to repay it-how could they let him go?”

Mrs. Brightwood hurriedly dialed her son’s number again but found his phone still turned off! At this moment, she had a particularly bad premonition. “Could something have happened to Rupert? Could something have happened to him?” She cried out in fear.

Mr. Brightwood didn’t dare answer; he couldn’t even bear to think about it… He was also terrified inside. Rupert was their only son!

Her husband’s silence made Mrs. Brightwood’s emotions completely collapse! She began to wail loudly, “It’s my fault! It’s my fault! I didn’t educate him well; I didn’t guide him properly. I only focused on his grades and ignored his character…”

As a mother, she deeply regretted it.

At this time, Spencer and Summer were walking down the hospital corridor toward them and heard the sounds of crying and self-blame coming from the ward…

When they reached the door, they saw the elderly couple each sitting at the head of their beds-one with their head bowed in silent despair and the other pounding their chest in regretful tears.

But in the face of the consequences they faced, regretful tears seemed so powerless…

This scene touched Summer; her expression grew serious.

Spencer turned his gaze to the girl beside him; his mood wasn’t much better either.

Although Mrs. Brightwood had been arrogant yesterday, encountering such a situation made her plight indeed sympathetic. Summer took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock on the door.