Mr. Marsh’s Twins

After the two of them reached an agreement, they decided to inform both sets of parents and let them gradually accept it, minimizing the damage. Although Summer’s subjective decision was not to continue, she worried about the consequences of abruptly telling Mr. and Mrs. Brightwood. What if they had a heart attack? Their son wasn’t around either.

Moreover, they were already engaged, which meant returning the betrothal gifts and going through formalities, while their parents would have to face the gossip of neighbors. Summer was a patient woman who thought things through, even though this matter required decisive action.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. Summer composed herself and went to open it. Outside stood a middle-aged couple, smiling warmly at her. “Summer.”

“Mr. Brightwood, Mrs. Brightwood, please come in,” she greeted them politely.

Yes, Rupert Brightwood’s parents had arrived. They wore kind and joyful expressions typical of teachers and dressed simply. Mrs. Brightwood had slightly curly hair and wore glasses.

“Summer, did you cook by yourself?” Mrs. Brightwood asked as soon as she entered, delighted by the smell of home-cooked food.

“Yes, I just finished eating,” Summer replied. “I cooked it myself.”

“What did you make?” Mrs. Brightwood held her hand happily. “You know, many things outside aren’t good for your health, especially for young women trying to conceive. Food safety is very important.”

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Mrs. Brightwood walked into the kitchen and noticed three sets of unwashed dishes in the sink. She paused and turned to ask, “Summer, did someone else eat here?”

Standing at the kitchen door, Summer glanced at the sink and understood her question. “Agnes came back today,” she answered.

“And the other set?”

“Her friend,” Summer replied calmly with a smile.

Mrs. Brightwood looked at her thoughtfully and asked again, “Was it Ansel?” Sometimes people have an accurate sixth sense.

“No, Ansel didn’t come,” Summer said truthfully. She took Mrs. Brightwood’s arm and changed the subject. “Mrs. Brightwood, since you’re here with Mr. Brightwood, why not rest for a bit? We can chat.”

“No, no,” Mrs. Brightwood said as she left the kitchen without even sitting down. “We picked this day specifically because it’s auspicious for buying a house. If you like it, we’ll put down the deposit today! Come on, Summer, let’s go see the house!”

“Let’s go, Summer,” Mr. Brightwood echoed enthusiastically; his good mood was evident on his face-they had saved up for many years.

“But Rupert isn’t back yet,” Summer tried to find an excuse as she really didn’t want to go. “If we put down the deposit now, it’s like we’ve already bought it. What if he doesn’t like it? Or what if he has other plans? Buying a house is a big deal; it’s best if he’s present.”

“If he has other plans, he can buy his own house!” Mrs. Brightwood said as she pulled her future daughter-in-law out the door. “We’ll buy this one first as long as you like it! Mr. and Mrs. Brightwood will pay for it; whether he likes it or not doesn’t matter! If he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t have to live in it!”

They loved their future daughter-in-law more than their son!

Mr. and Mrs. Brightwood genuinely liked her; Summer could feel their affection and their eagerness for their son to marry her soon.

Under their insistence, Summer couldn’t refuse anymore. “I’ll change my clothes first; please have a seat.”