Mr. Marsh’s Twins

This area by the river was awaiting development. The old buildings were uneven, but in recent years, they had been renovated with white walls and blue doors, giving it the feel of a tranquil town. Many walls had demolition signs from four or five years ago, yet no demolition had taken place. The streets were clean, managed by the residents and sanitation workers.

Spencer walked slowly, admiring the buildings and breathing in the air. He could almost imagine Summer darting through the streets. He headed towards a flower shop.

“Hello, sir. Would you like to buy some flowers?” Summer’s mother greeted him warmly. She was not very tall, slightly plump, dressed simply, with a kind smile.

“Hello, ma’am.” Spencer entered, enveloped by the strong scent of flowers. The nearly hundred-square-meter room was warmly lit, with rows of flower racks filled with various fresh flowers, some blooming and others still buds.

Spencer’s gentle gaze fell on the middle-aged woman. Smiling, he asked, “Ma’am, if I’m not mistaken, this should be Summer’s home?”

Summer’s mother was pleasantly surprised as she looked him over. “Are you a friend of Summer’s?”

“Yes,” Spencer nodded with a smile. “We are classmates. My aunt also lives on this street. I remember Summer mentioning she lived here and that her family ran a flower shop.” He lied.

“Yes, yes, our flower shop has been here for nearly thirty years. Since you’re Summer’s classmate, you’re my friend too. Wait a moment; I’ll get you some juice.” Summer’s mother was delighted to see him.

As Spencer watched her turn away, he felt a pang of sadness despite his smile. This was Summer’s mother… so close yet so far.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He took the cup from her and asked calmly, “I heard Summer is getting married. Is that true?”

“It’s true! Rupert will be back soon,” Summer’s mother replied with an expectant smile. “Once they’re married, I’ll be at ease! Did she tell you about it? You two must be close.”

Spencer sipped his juice and smiled.

“Ma’am, which Rupert?” Spencer asked deliberately. “Summer mentioned it to me but I haven’t met him. I remember there were two Ruperts in our class.”

“He’s not from your class,” Summer’s mother said cheerfully as she talked about the wedding. “Rupert is two years older than Summer.”

“Rupert who?” Spencer continued gently, “I might know him too.”

“Rupert Brightwood,” she said with a happy smile thinking of her future son-in-law. “He’s a refined young man, very attentive to elders, always excelled in his studies, and takes great care of Summer.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Though Spencer felt intense jealousy inside, he managed a polite smile. “Ma’am, it seems you are very satisfied with him.”

“Of course! I’ve been looking forward to their wedding every day! My son-in-law has always been outstanding. He’s studying abroad now but plans to return for Summer.” The elder woman finally felt at ease.

So their relationship was stable? Spencer could tell from her expression.

Deep disappointment…

“Ma’am, have they been together long?”

Despite the pain inside, Spencer smiled and tried to gather more information about her-even if it was about her and that man.