Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Spencer looked distressed; he understood the feelings of the two elders. He bowed to them again. “I’m sorry, the truth is not like what was reported in the news. The official announcement was my idea; Summer was completely unaware, which is why she didn’t speak throughout. She didn’t refute it to save my face.”

He stood before the elders like a child admitting his mistake, his tall and slender figure exuding sincerity, even a hint of humility.

Mrs. Campell was very angry, her face pale with her chest heaving violently. But being a well-mannered woman, she tried hard to control her emotions and her volume. “Then please stay away from her.”

“I did this to protect Summer,” Spencer explained. “Because Rupert has incurred massive debts. My brother sent you evidence of this.”

The old couple was slightly taken aback. So, it was Mr. Marsh who sent the evidence? That made sense. Who else but Mr. Marsh could investigate someone so thoroughly?

“Now he’s at his wit’s end, being hunted by creditors,” Spencer told them. “And Summer, as his nominal fiancee, is the only one who could possibly help him pay off some of the debt. Your family has demolition compensation, and Summer has entered the entertainment industry.”

The two elders listened with growing unease but did not interrupt him.

“I’m just worried those people might harm Summer, kidnap her, or coerce her,” Spencer said sincerely. “Loan sharks are capable of anything, but if Summer is my girlfriend, no one would dare touch her.”

Mr. and Mrs. Campell were shocked. They wanted their daughter to be safe but found it hard to accept her being with him.

Spencer thought for a moment and spoke again. “Of course, there’s another reason-I genuinely like her.” He was calm, not joking at all.

His words made the couple’s hearts tremble; they wondered how many women he’d said this to before.

Listening to him so far, from his demeanor and speech, he seemed entirely different from the man described online as having countless ex-girlfriends and changing women like clothes.

Just as the Campell elders’ impression of him hung in the balance, Agnes entered the room. “Dad, Mom!… Spencer??” The girl was shocked.

Spencer turned at the sound and saw his sister; both were surprised.

Agnes looked around but only saw him. “Where’s my sister?” she asked as she walked towards him.

“She should be on her way,” Spencer replied softly.

So he also knew about Summer coming back?

Mrs. Campell felt uneasy; just how close were these two?Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Seeing her mother’s discomfort, Agnes quickly spoke up. “Dad, Mom, do you know about Rupert? He gambled in Southeast Asia and almost lost his life. He’s now cornered with many people chasing after him for astronomical debts! He’s become a rat on the street.”

“Even if your sister breaks up with Rupert, she can’t be with him!” Mrs. Campell pointed at Spencer, suppressing her emotions and making her stance clear.

Spencer said nothing; he understood Mrs. Campell’s feelings. His deep eyes were filled with sorrow.

His features were chiseled-deep-set eyes under sword-like brows and a straight nose above slightly parted thin lips that seemed ready to speak but ultimately chose silence. He didn’t want to defend himself.

Some things need to be proven through actions; words alone can’t explain them clearly. So let time reveal everything.