Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Spencer felt a knot in his heart. His loving gaze fell on the girl he cherished, and with some trepidation, he sat down beside her and picked up a pair of scissors. He watched his sister’s movements, learning by observation, and then mimicked her actions. Although Spencer had never done this kind of work before, he managed to wrap the bouquet quite well and did not take too long, which surprised Agnes and made her see him in a new light.

The three of them sat around a pile of fresh flowers, all focused on their tasks, with none breaking the silence. The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Inside the house, Mrs. Campell poured herself a glass of water and drank it down in one gulp, trying to calm her anger. She was really upset and used the water to extinguish the fire in her heart. She wasn’t naturally a shrewish person, but this situation really got under her skin.

Mr. Campell stood in front of his wife, pondering and then softly advised, “Don’t you think he’s different from how he’s described online? He seemed quite gentlemanly and polite today.”

“He has had many girlfriends; that’s a fact! There are photos and videos online as proof,” Mrs. Campell said worriedly. “It’s fine to be friends, but not to date! This is clearly something that won’t end well; why start it?”

“Could there be some misunderstanding?” Mr. Campell appeared calmer but couldn’t understand either. The person online seemed completely different from the one they met today.

Mrs. Campell didn’t want to make excuses for him and tearfully said angrily, “Our Summer is so pure; she hasn’t even lived with Rupert.”

“But they’re already engaged; no one will believe otherwise now. And they didn’t mind either,” Mr. Campell instinctively replied.

Mrs. Campell stiffened and slowly looked up at him, “What do you mean? Just because he bought some flowers from you and you made some money, you think he’s great? Summer is your daughter; isn’t her happiness important?”

“No, no… Of course it’s important!” Mr. Campell quickly explained, “That’s not what I meant. Of course, I care about our daughter’s happiness, but…”

He couldn’t explain it clearly either! With a sigh, Mr. Campell continued, “I think our daughter is an adult now; she has regained her memory. The previous engagement was half-arranged by us; we lied to her. We owe her an apology. So now, as long as she feels it’s okay, we as parents should respect her opinion.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Love can cloud judgment; we as experienced adults can see things more clearly,” Mrs. Campell argued. “She’s been hurt by Rupert; she’s likely to fall into another’s arms easily. Her vision is blurred; she can’t see clearly!”

“In any case, Summer should make the decision herself. She’s grown up now; don’t pressure her. Being an adult nowadays isn’t easy; there’s already so much pressure.”

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you siding with Spencer?”

“Dad, Mom, please stop arguing.”

The couple turned to see Summer standing quietly at the doorway. She had overheard their conversation but they didn’t know when she arrived.

Summer walked towards her parents and calmly expressed her thoughts: “Rupert must be out of the picture for sure. There was no love to begin with, and now that he has incurred millions in gambling debts and tried to deceive us into marriage for our relocation compensation, his behavior is intolerable to me.”