Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Sure, I have time tomorrow morning, three surgeries in the afternoon,” Rowan told him. “Just give me a call when you come over, I might be doing rounds and not in the office.”

“Okay, I’ll come to the hospital tomorrow morning,” Spencer had no commitments in the morning.

“Alright.”

“Goodbye.”

After the call ended, Spencer put down his phone and sat on the couch, holding all the information about the accident. He furrowed his brows deeply.

He let out a heavy sigh from the depths of his heart, feeling heavy, his mood reaching an all-time low.

During that period, he had suffered from a broken heart, drowning his sorrows in alcohol all day long. He blamed her, blocked all means of contact with her…

He blamed her for being heartless, for not coming back to find him. But… she had been through life and death. And yet, he still blamed her.

Thinking this, Spencer’s heart ached with every beat. He empathized with the time she spent alone, not only was he not by her side, but he also resented her. Tears welled up in Spencer’s eyes…

He felt worried, regretful, and deeply self-conscious, filled with rueful remorse. A tear trickled down… the room was eerily quiet.

He struggled to control his emotions; his mood tonight was truly atrocious.

Tomorrow afternoon, Rowan was going to perform Lili’s first surgery, the girl from the welfare home who would have a new lease on life, her leg healed, no longer feeling inferior when integrating into society.

In the evening, Agnes hummed a tune as she returned home and opened the door, finding Summer coming out of the bathroom. “Are you back late today? Thought you’d gone to rest in your room.”

“I went out with friends for hot pot,” Summer replied as she dried her hair. “Just got back, smell like hot pot all over.”

“Sis,” her younger sister walked towards her, looking worriedly at her swollen lips. “What happened to your lips?” she asked, very surprised.

It was swollen, Summer knew. She had just looked in the mirror and had already applied ice when she got back, but… the effect was not going to be immediate.

“How did it happen? Were you bitten by something?” Agnes didn’t think much of it, speaking straightforwardly, “Was there a mosquito on set? Did you finish filming late today?”

This made Summer unable to help but remember that domineering, barbaric kiss, that big mosquito. Her cheeks involuntarily turned red, her eyes evading her sister’s gaze.

“…” Agnes looked at her, not quite understanding.

Summer knew her little sister would grow up eventually, would understand. So, she confessed, “Spencer kissed me during the shoot.”

It made her little sister’s chest tighten instantly, and she didn’t react for several seconds. “It was that serious? Then… was it intentional on his part?”

“Of course not,” Summer denied for him, then emphasized, “He was just following the script, so that scene was quickly done, just how it was described in the script.”

“Did you… not use a stunt double?” Agnes felt so surprised. “The news said he always used a stunt double when filming with Georgia, that beautiful actress. Every scene was a stunt double, and the director confirmed it on social media. I thought you would also use a stunt double.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“…” Summer didn’t know how to respond, she had a strange feeling.

“Did the director not allow the use of a stunt double?” Agnes thought about it, feeling it was unlikely. A sudden thought popped into her mind, startling her, “My sister! Could he like you?!”

Summer was startled by her sister’s exclamation, quickly denying, “Of course not, why would he like me? He has someone very important.”