Mr. Marsh’s Twins

At this moment, Agnes smiled and looked around. She deliberately changed the subject, “Why are there so many flowers? And they’re all wrapped individually. Are these gifts for teachers? Teacher’s Day isn’t now.”

Mr. Campell understood his daughter’s intention to ease the atmosphere and answered gently, “They are for sanitation workers.”

Spencer felt a bit embarrassed and averted his gaze.

“Wow! That’s so thoughtful! Which big philanthropist ordered these? This is too kind!” Agnes was both shocked and admiring.

Mrs. Campell’s expression was not good; she felt it was all a ploy.

Spencer slightly lowered his chin, remaining silent.

Mr. Campell pointed at him and said softly, “The kind person is right here.”

Agnes was momentarily stunned, then looked at her father and then at Spencer. Her slightly stiff smile widened again, “Hehe…” She gave Spencer a thumbs-up but did not offer further praise.

Agnes obviously guessed Spencer’s intentions. Out of so many flower shops, why choose theirs? Wasn’t this an act of showing affection? He was wealthy but too embarrassed to just throw money around.

Spencer noticed Mrs. Campell’s displeased look, almost as if she saw through him entirely.

He explained himself, “Uncle, Auntie, I’m not playing any tricks. I’ve done this before; every year I send flowers to different grassroots groups and sometimes even give out money.”

What he said was true.

At this moment, footsteps were heard at the door. Everyone turned to look as Summer stood there, meeting everyone’s gaze.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Her parents were home, Agnes had returned, and Spencer was also there!

When Summer saw him, she was visibly stunned. She met her mother’s gaze only to see her mother put down the scissors angrily and turn into the inner room. Mrs. Campell feared she couldn’t control her boiling emotions.

Mr. Campell glanced nervously at the children, said nothing, sighed deeply, and quickly followed his wife inside.

Summer stood at the door, her slightly cold and distant eyes fell on Spencer’s face. She was very displeased with his presence.

She had told him not to drive her back, yet he arrived first!

Seeing her, Spencer felt like a child who had done something wrong, knowing she was angry.

Agnes glanced between them and quickly tried to smooth things over, “Um… let Mom and Dad talk first. Let’s help trim the flower stems; there’s so much to wrap up before delivery.”

Summer snapped out of it and looked at the large pile of flowers not far away.

Agnes walked over to her sister and took her arm. “A kind person bought these to give to sanitation workers. If we don’t deliver them today, they’ll go bad. Tomorrow has its own tasks.” But she didn’t say who it was.

Saying this, she pulled her sister over to the big pile of flowers and sat down to start trimming the stems skillfully.

Summer’s gaze fell on Spencer; she didn’t speak nor look away. He didn’t dare move either.

Agnes had already trimmed three carnations when she looked up at them again and urged, “Come on, help out! It’s getting dark.”

Only then did Spencer shift his gaze downward towards his sister.

Summer also tried to calm herself down. She sat beside her sister without looking at him or asking him to leave.

Because now it didn’t matter whether he stayed or left.