Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Spencer was well aware of the character of the Brightwood family parents. He understood Summer’s concerns, so he spoke up, “Uncle, Aunt, now really isn’t a good time. Summer just got back from the hospital.”

“Hospital? Summer, what happened to you?!” Mrs. Campell looked at her daughter with immense worry. “Are you sick? Hurt?”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“No, no.”

Realizing he hadn’t been clear, Spencer quickly explained, “It’s the Brightwood family parents who were hospitalized. They threatened to commit suicide and demanded Summer go over. Their emotions are very unstable right now. If you go now, they might take it out on you.”

At this point, Summer also spoke up, “Dad, Mom, Rupert had an accident. They probably aren’t in the right state of mind to discuss breaking off the engagement right now, so let’s hold off for a bit.”

Hearing this, the Campell family elders didn’t press further.

There were still many unpacked flowers and it was nearing evening. Mr. Campell glanced at the flowers.

Agnes quickly spoke up, “Spencer! Come help us! Many hands make light work; we can finish in half an hour!”

After packing, they still needed to deliver the flowers.

Mr. Campell sat down on a bench. Spencer looked around at everyone, especially glancing at Mrs. Campell.

Seeing she didn’t say anything or ask him to leave, he sat down opposite Mr. Campell next to Agnes.

Spencer picked up the scissors again. “Uncle, I’ll help you deliver the flowers later.” He wasn’t just being polite.

Mr. Campell looked up at him; Spencer’s eyes were filled with sincerity.

After a moment, Spencer looked away and began trimming the flower stems earnestly before handing them to Agnes for wrapping. The two worked seamlessly together.

Summer exchanged a look with her mother before sitting down next to Spencer and picking up a pair of scissors.

A while later, Mrs. Campell also sat down beside her daughter.

The five of them trimmed and wrapped the flower stems together without any conversation.

In less than twenty minutes, they had all the bouquets wrapped through their combined effort.

It wasn’t dark yet.

Mr. Campell carefully tied up the bouquets and secured them on the back of an electric bike. The baskets on either side of the bike were also filled with bouquets.

Spencer noticed another electric bike parked nearby and asked Summer, “Does this bike have power? Is it still rideable?”

“Are you really going to deliver them?” Agnes was surprised.

“It’s getting dark; we should finish delivering them soon,” Spencer said as he went inside to grab more bouquets. “It looks like it might rain.”

“Can you ride it?” Agnes followed him closely. “The road is rough; it’s better not to risk falling!”

“I can,” Spencer affirmed confidently. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he quickly loaded the remaining bouquets into the baskets of the other electric bike.

Summer did not stop him throughout.

Seeing this, Mr. Campell hurriedly said, “Mr. Lawrence, there’s no need for you to deliver them. You should stay home; this bike is tricky to ride and I’m afraid you’ll fall since you’re not familiar with it. Plus, the road is rough.”

“Uncle, don’t be so polite with me,” Spencer replied as he glanced at the sky. “It’s about to rain.” Besides, they were soon to become family.

Indeed, the wind was picking up rapidly.

Before Mr. Campell could say more, Spencer got on the electric bike which already had its key inserted.

“Uncle, lead the way please; I can handle it. I used to race bikes often; trust my skills!”

Dark clouds loomed low in the sky as strong winds began to howl.