Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Alright.” Ivan took this matter to heart. “By the way, how has Spencer been lately?” Aubree asked with concern, “Is he in a relationship?”

“I have some good news to share with you.” Ivan took this opportunity to tell his mother about Summer, the ten-year-long story, Spencer’s obsession and love for her, Summer’s amnesia, their engagement, and her eventual recovery of memories.

Aubree listened with bated breath. “This is more thrilling than a TV drama!”

“Yes, but it’s all true.” Ivan found it quite incredible himself. He smiled slightly and looked out the window. “I believe it won’t be long before they completely resolve their issues and truly come together.”

“It would be good for them to marry soon; Spencer isn’t getting any younger,” Aubree said with a smile. “Given their emotional foundation, I believe they will quickly decide to get married. Love at first sight is powerful; no matter how many years pass, that magic remains.”

The Lamborghini headed towards Marsh Group as the mother and son talked about Spencer. After everyone let go of their grudges, Aubree fully accepted Spencer. She understood that none of the mistakes were his fault and that he was also a victim.

If Spencer had a choice, he wouldn’t have chosen such parents either. The grudges of the previous generation should just fade away… Everyone still alive deserves happiness.

At the club.

Summer walked out of the meeting room, strolling alone on the lush grass, her gaze fixed on her shadow as her thoughts drifted away.

Her phone rang; it was Spencer calling. She looked at the number and answered, “Hello, Spencer.”This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Where are you?”

She thought for a moment and gave him the address, explaining why she was there.

Spencer said, “I’ll come pick you up; I’m nearby.”

Since she hadn’t driven there, Spencer told her, “Wait at the entrance; I’ll be there in three minutes.” Then he hung up.

Summer didn’t say anything further. She put away her phone and walked towards the entrance.

When she reached the entrance of the club, a Maybach smoothly stopped in front of her.

Before he could get out of the car, Summer opened the passenger door herself and got in. Shortly after, the car drove off.

“Did you go to see Rupert’s parents?” Summer turned to look at him as he drove and asked softly.

Spencer asked her back, “What did my brother want from you?”

“You asked first; you answer me first.”

Spencer glanced at her with a gentle smile. “Rupert’s issue is resolved. They won’t bother you or your family anymore.”

Summer worried that he had used money to solve it and asked, “How did you resolve it?”

At that moment, Spencer held the steering wheel with one hand and took an agreement from his pocket with the other, handing it to her. “It didn’t cost much.”

Summer took it with suspicion and calmly opened it to read the black-and-white text on it.

A divorce agreement?

Summer read through it carefully until her eyes landed on the figure of ‘300, 000 dollars.’

She turned to look at him. Feeling her gaze, he also looked back at her without saying anything.

“So, what did my brother want from you?” Spencer was curious and eager to know.

“He hopes I can be with you.” Summer turned to him. “He’s a good brother; he wants you to be happy.”

“Yes,” Spencer smiled slightly. “I know.”