Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Mr. Campell sighed lightly and sat down on the sofa. Leaning forward, he poured himself a cup of tea. “Do you think Summer doesn’t know? Young people these days are all online.”

“She knows what he’s like and still jumps into the fire! I really…” Mrs. Campell was speechless, filled with worry. You can’t jump from one pit of fire into another! Who doesn’t want their daughter to be happy? As a mother, her concerns and worries were more pronounced.

“Ah, worrying won’t help,” Mr. Campell tried to comfort her. “Kids have their own fate. Sometimes we need to see things for ourselves; you can’t believe everything you read online.”

“What do you mean?” Mrs. Campell looked at him suspiciously. “When did he bribe you? Just because you went out to deliver flowers together? Why has your impression of him changed so much?”

“Let’s not talk about the flower-buying; he has money to spare, even if he did it to show off.” Mr. Campell remained objective. “But when I went out with him to deliver flowers, there were a few things that really moved me.”

Mrs. Campell turned her head away, not wanting to listen.

Mr. Campell continued, “I saw him shake hands with sanitation workers and sometimes even hug them. It wasn’t forced at all; he didn’t look down on them. He’s genuinely a kind and considerate kid.”

Mrs. Campell didn’t argue; she knew he must have seen it with his own eyes. But she still didn’t agree with their daughter dating him; kindness and promiscuity are two different things.

Mr. Campell added, “Don’t let the internet influence you too much. Sometimes the media twists things for clicks; they can turn white into black. Interactions between people should be based on personal feelings.”

From Spencer’s behavior at the flower shop today, Mr. Campell felt that this young man wasn’t bad at all.

He was being quite objective.

But Mrs. Campell was still angry.

That night, in the Maybach parked by the roadside.

After a kiss, Spencer held Summer’s shoulders. “Leave the matter of breaking off the engagement to me if you trust me.” His warm breath lingered near her nose.

Summer wasn’t worried he’d use force; she shook her head. “I don’t want you throwing money at him.”

“Don’t worry,” Spencer said maturely and assuredly, “I won’t encourage bad behavior, but if your parents get involved, they might get hurt.”

Yes, the Brightwood family’s parents were already emotionally shattered and could say anything in their anger.

Summer didn’t want her parents to suffer such humiliation either.

“Trust me, I’ll handle everything,” Spencer said as if he had transformed into a different person, putting away all his hostility and showing only responsibility.

He said sadly, “I’ve seen Rupert’s parents’ low quality firsthand; I really don’t want you to face them again.”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“But how will you handle it?” Summer didn’t want to hide either. “This is our family’s issue; I can’t bear to see you suffer.”

“How could I suffer?” Spencer smiled. “Don’t worry about it; I’ll take care of it and make sure they won’t bother you again. Every time they see you or your family, they’ll be respectful.”

It seemed this matter could only be resolved with money.

So Summer told him, “The engagement gift was $8, 800, plus $2, 000 given to my parents. I’ll transfer this money to you.”