Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Mom…” Tom Fritz put down his teacup. “This matter…”

“Tom, I can’t convince your grandmother about you going back to the lab,” Jane interrupted softly. “I can barely convince myself. How can I be at ease with you doing something so dangerous? Your father and I only have one son. We’re not that noble; we just want you to be safe.”

Jane’s voice grew emotional, but she tried hard to control her feelings.

Tom saw the tears welling up in his mother’s eyes, yet she still managed a smile. He didn’t know what to say for a moment.

After thinking, he said, “I just want my remaining years to be more meaningful.”

Williams remained silent, sipping his tea.

By evening, the sunset bathed Emerald Bay’s yard in a beautiful glow. The winding paths paved with pebbles-white, gray, and black-created a picturesque scene.

Alongside the paths were rows of expensive plants, some already in bloom.

The kitchen was bustling because Spencer was bringing Summer over. Ivan had prepared a menu adhering strictly to the standards for hosting distinguished guests.

This meticulous attitude reflected the family’s respect and approval of Summer.

Ivan embodied the role of an elder brother perfectly.

Inside the villa, maids were arranging flowers. Jennifer, dressed in maternity clothes, was trimming them with scissors. The freshly ordered flowers were vibrant, filling the air with a faint fragrance.

Spencer drove Summer from the set to Emerald Bay.

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She held a bouquet of fresh flowers she had arranged herself that morning.

“Are you nervous?” Spencer asked, taking her hand and glancing at her. “My brother and sister-in-law are very nice. They’re nothing like how they’re portrayed in the news-just ordinary people.”

“You are very fortunate,” Summer said softly.

The car moved at a leisurely pace as their eyes met. He smiled and replied, “Yes, having you makes me very fortunate.”

“You have a brother like Mr. Marsh; you’re very fortunate.” This was something Summer had been pondering all day.

Mr. Marsh had met her at the club and expressed his love for Spencer through every word he spoke.

Spencer was slightly taken aback by her words but quickly refocused on driving. “He is great, but it took me until these past couple of years to appreciate him. Before that, I was always at odds with him.”

“He has great vision,” Summer noted. “He’s broad-minded.”

Spencer didn’t deny it. “Yes, those with great vision achieve great things. That’s why he’s so successful in business.”

They chatted about Ivan and naturally shifted the conversation to Jennifer. Summer thought she must be very outstanding and also a lucky girl.

Spencer agreed and then hesitated before speaking again. “Summer, there’s something I need to confess.”

Summer turned to look at him, wondering what else she didn’t know.

“Go ahead,” she said calmly, mentally preparing herself.

Spencer found it difficult to start but remained sincere. “There was a time when I was quite infatuated with her.”

“Infatuated with whom?” Summer asked in surprise. They had been talking about Mrs. Marsh; could Spencer really have been infatuated with her? It seemed too unbelievable for her to conclude definitively.