Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Sis, maybe it’s the medication affecting you…” Agnes looked at her, carefully probing again, “Do you… not want to marry Ming anymore?”

Summer met her sister’s gaze but did not answer immediately. A complex look flashed in her eyes. She had been wrestling with this question for a long time and still didn’t know the answer.

“Sis, don’t think about it now. Just rest and take care of your health,” Agnes said to her. “Ming isn’t back yet anyway. When he returns, you two will need time to adjust. Marriage is a lifelong commitment, not a game.”

“Yes, yes.”

At that moment, Angel, covered in tubes, was wheeled out of the emergency room.

After four surgeries, her uterus had been successfully removed, and her broken bones were set. She had narrowly escaped death but would never be able to become a mother.

Still under anesthesia, she looked pale as a sheet, almost lifeless. Her breathing was faint and assisted by a ventilator; her chest barely moved.

Her body was wrapped in gauze like a cocoon, with numerous fractures of varying sizes.

The doctors said it would take at least three months for her to walk again, assuming she maintained good mental health. If not, psychological counseling would be necessary due to the severe trauma she had endured.

Her family had cried their eyes dry during her surgeries. Their eyes were swollen and throats hoarse as they kept vigil by her bed, looking like walking corpses, unable to accept such a devastating blow.

Paparazzi got wind of the situation and snapped photos through the small glass window of the door, capturing Angel at her weakest and most disheveled state. These photos quickly became the latest news online, chasing clicks and views.

Comments from netizens ranged from sympathy and prayers to sighs and speculations, some even gloating or expressing indignation on her behalf.

“Is this the end of her acting career?”

“A star has fallen…”

“Did Angel offend some powerful people?”

“Surviving this is already a miracle.”

…

In contrast to Angel’s plight, even Ivan came to the hospital with Jennifer to visit Summer. They hoped she wouldn’t feel burdened and would focus on recovering. The director brought Sophia Violet along as well, allowing the two women to meet again.

“Angel…,” Summer had just read the news. “Is she out of danger?” Although she didn’t get a definite answer, she knew who was behind it.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“She won’t die,” Ivan replied.

Summer dared not ask more questions; after all, this man was a legendary figure in Arkpool City with an intimidating presence.

Hearing that Angel wouldn’t die didn’t bring Summer any relief; she couldn’t understand how things had escalated so severely. In truth, Angel was at fault initially; it was just that her punishment seemed excessively harsh.

At that moment.

A Maybach pulled up beside a wide alleyway. Spencer took off his sunglasses and got out of the car.

Following the address sent by his subordinate, he walked towards a flower shop in the alley.

The flower shop was named “More Than Just Dawn.” The sign was handwritten on an old piece of wood with beautiful lettering despite its age.

The door of the flower shop was blue; it was a three-story building with a Santorini-style blue-and-white decor.

This was the flower shop owned by Summer’s parents.