Mr. Marsh’s Twins

A brief silence followed…

Summer knew he wanted to spend money to buy peace of mind… The agreement in her hand felt heavy. Over the years, Mr. Brightwood and Mrs. Brightwood had treated her well, often showing concern and treating her like their own daughter. Now that this situation had arisen, Summer didn’t want to be too harsh.

Spencer had told her about Rupert’s current condition. He had been kidnapped and beaten severely. He was now in the hospital, still in critical condition and needing multiple surgeries. Spencer reached out and held her hand, intertwining their fingers. Her presence beside him made Spencer feel immensely at ease.

“I want to go home,” Summer said, turning to him.

Spencer nodded, “Okay.” He didn’t let go of her hand or ask why she wanted to go back. Whatever she wanted to do, he would support unconditionally.

For Spencer, he needed the approval of the Campbell family elders next. Frequent visits to the flower shop were a must. No matter how much Mr. Campbell and Mrs. Campbell disliked him, he couldn’t give up. He believed that one day he could move them.

No one broke the silence on the way as the car headed towards the alley.

When they arrived at the alley, they parked in the lot at the entrance. Spencer and Summer got out of the car, and he walked over to her, taking her hand again. They exchanged glances, fingers intertwined, then started walking into the alley together. It felt like bringing a boyfriend home to meet the parents for the first time, with a hint of nervousness.

They still didn’t speak on the way, and Summer didn’t instruct him on anything. Spencer, who usually feared nothing, appeared calm but was actually starting to feel nervous inside. He knew he wasn’t likable but had to face it head-on. He pondered how to gain Mr. Campbell and Mrs. Campbell’s approval.

Before they knew it, they stood in front of the flower shop, still holding hands. They exchanged another glance filled with determination before stepping inside together, clearly united.

Hearing footsteps, Mr. and Mrs. Campbell looked up from wrapping flowers and saw them holding hands at the door. The elderly couple was stunned.

“Dad, Mom,” Summer greeted them.

Spencer quickly followed with a greeting, “Uncle, Aunt.” His attitude was particularly humble as he bowed at a 90-degree angle.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Mr. and Mrs. Campbell exchanged a glance before hurriedly setting down their flowers and standing up again, looking at the couple at the door with shock and surprise.

The next moment, their eyes fell on their intertwined hands again.

Summer didn’t let go; instead, she held Spencer’s hand tighter, solidifying her choice. Spencer felt her firmness and was deeply satisfied.

“Ahem!” Mr. Campbell pretended to clear his throat lightly and broke the awkward atmosphere with a smile. “Why didn’t you tell us you were coming back? Have you… have you had breakfast?”

“We have,” Summer answered her father as she let go of Spencer’s hand and stepped forward to hand over the annulment agreement. “We’ve completely severed ties with the Brightwood family; this is the annulment agreement.”

Hearing “annulment agreement,” Mrs. Campbell also came over for a look.

Summoning her courage, Summer spoke to her parents, “I’ve decided to be with Spencer; I hope for your permission.” Not asking for blessings just yet-permission first!