Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Alright, don’t look so worried,” Mr. Campell comforted. “Agnes said she would bring Summer back today no matter what. Sometimes it’s better to discuss things when everyone is home and communicate properly.”

His wife was trimming flower branches, skillfully wrapping them as she muttered, “How do we communicate? The child has grown up and doesn’t listen to her mother anymore. Everyone else knows before we do.”

“Summer has always been sensible. There must be some misunderstanding or maybe… she has her reasons.”

His wife remained silent, visibly upset.

After a while, Mr. Campell changed the topic, “I wonder who this person is who keeps sending flowers to the sanitation workers. In today’s society, such kind-hearted people are rare. Don’t underestimate these small bouquets; together they cost a fortune, probably over ten thousand dollars.”

His wife still didn’t respond, worried about their daughter.

Just then, Mr. Campell’s phone chimed with a text message.

He freed a hand to pick up his phone and read the message, becoming somewhat excited. “The kind-hearted person sent a message.”

“Is he placing another order today?” Mrs. Campell looked up, a bit worried. “If we wrap and deliver all these flowers, it will be dark by the time we’re done. Tell him to place the order for tomorrow.”

“He didn’t mention an order; he just asked if I was here.” While answering his wife, Mr. Campell quickly replied with one word, “Yes.”

Soon, another message came through: “I’m at your shop now, outside the door.”

Mr. Campell was both shocked and delighted. He quickly replied with two words: “Coming in.”

“He’s here and wants to visit the shop! He’s just outside!” He then hurriedly stood up and walked out to greet this important customer.

Spencer’s car was parked outside the alley; he walked in with his phone in hand.

Standing in front of the flower shop’s wooden door, he looked up at the signboard. This wasn’t his first visit; he felt a special sense of familiarity.

Mr. Campell came out to greet him. Spencer looked at him, their eyes meeting. Mr. Campell was visibly stunned for a moment, his smile stiffening.

The man who had announced his relationship with Summer at the hospital entrance this morning was none other than him!Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

And besides him, there was no one else outside the door.

Suddenly understanding something, Mr. Campell tried to remain calm as he asked, “Were you the one who ordered the flowers for the sanitation workers these past few days?”

“Yes, Uncle Xu,” Spencer replied politely, bowing slightly in respect. “Thank you for your hard work during this time.”

When he straightened up, his gaze towards the middle-aged man was filled with sincerity and earnestness.

Mr. Campell felt conflicted and had mixed emotions but after weighing it all, he said to Spencer, “Come inside,” then turned and walked back in.

Watching his back, Spencer could understand how he felt as Summer’s father and followed him inside.

The flower shop was warmly lit with yellow lights; since it wasn’t dark yet, the lighting inside was still good.

Hearing footsteps, Mrs. Campell turned her eyes.

When she saw the man’s face clearly, she stood up abruptly with scissors in hand!

Spencer met Mrs. Campell’s gaze and could feel her emotional turmoil. “Hello Aunt Xu,” he greeted respectfully with a bow, appearing very gentlemanly and courteous.

But Mrs. Campell wasn’t buying it at all. She looked at him and then at her husband. “What’s going on?! Why is he here?”

“He’s our big client,” Mr. Campell answered softly. “He’s been ordering all those flowers these days.” His tone carried a hint of helplessness.

Mrs. Campell believed in business principles; since they had been serving him these days and he was indeed a customer, it wouldn’t be right to chase him away.

However, she was very unwelcoming towards him!

Emotionally charged but restraining herself, Mrs. Campell asked, “What do you mean? You said you were Summer’s classmate before and now you’re together with her! Do you know that you and our Summer are not meant for each other?”

Her hand holding the scissors trembled slightly; she was really worried about her daughter!