Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Summer, you can’t be so heartless!”

“How can you bear to see Rupert suffer endlessly? You should help him! You have money now, you have the relocation compensation, and you’ve entered the entertainment industry… You can’t just watch him die; you’re his fiancee!”

“If you’re this cold-blooded, people will condemn you!”

“Summer… boohoo…” Mrs. Brightwood cried helplessly, feeling utterly cornered as a mother. She tried to guilt-trip Summer.

The doctor, hearing all this, looked at the girl who had remained silent.

“Mrs. Brightwood,” Summer’s voice was gentle, “perhaps I should start calling you Auntie.”

The middle-aged woman felt a sudden tightness in her chest and looked up at her with tear-filled eyes.

“Auntie, I can’t help Rupert repay his debts just because you’re threatening suicide. The engagement dowry will be returned. You know better than anyone how we got together.”

“Don’t blame me for being heartless; there was never any real affection between us.”

“And the amount he owes is astronomical for both the Brightwood and Campbell families. No one can bear that burden.”

“Moreover, he didn’t fail in an investment; he fell into the bad habit of gambling.”

“He is deceitful; he even planned to hide it from me and deceive me into marriage. Just for that, he doesn’t deserve forgiveness!”

“So I won’t care whether he lives or dies; I’m not a saint.”

“You wanted to see me, so I’m here. Do you have anything else to say?” Summer maintained a calm demeanor, speaking slowly and clearly. “I’m willing to listen; this is the last time I’ll see you.”

Just as Mrs. Brightwood was about to explode in anger and despair, Mr. Brightwood’s phone rang.

The ringtone caught both Mrs. Brightwood’s and Mr. Brightwood’s attention! They still had no news of their son! What if it was about him?!

Mr. Brightwood hurriedly took out his phone and saw it was a call from a neighbor. Disappointed but still answering, he said, “Hello?”

“Something terrible has happened! Where are you? Come back quickly!” The neighbor screamed on the other end, sounding terrified.

Mr. Brightwood felt a heavy thud in his heart. “W-what happened?” His voice trembled as a sense of foreboding enveloped him.

“Rupert is dying; he’s lying at your doorstep barely alive! His face is a bloody mess, one arm broken, groaning in pain. No one dares to move him; we’ve already called 911.”

Boom-!

Mr. Brightwood’s entire arm shook as he dropped the phone in shock!

“What happened?!” Mrs. Brightwood’s heart raced!

Mr. Brightwood threw off the blanket in panic and said, “Our son is in trouble! Let’s go home quickly!” He bent down to pick up his phone and rushed out after putting on his shoes.

Mrs. Brightwood stood blank for a few seconds before scrambling out of bed to follow her husband in a panic!

The doctors couldn’t stop them! They eventually decided to let them leave to avoid further suicide threats.

Summer stood by the bed, furrowing her brows slightly with countless thoughts running through her mind.

After a while, she turned and walked out of the ward.

The hallway was unusually empty today; her steps were slow as she walked along, suddenly feeling a pang of sadness.

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Summer stopped and leaned gently against the wall, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

Rupert was in trouble? What happened to him?

In the car parked downstairs, Spencer sat in the driver’s seat, keeping his eyes on the entrance hall, patiently waiting for Summer to come out.