Mr. Marsh’s Twins

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“Are you family members of the patient?” The doctor, seeing no one following him out, poked his head in and asked.

“No!” Spencer looked towards the door and answered decisively.

Coincidentally, the doctor recognized him. Meeting Spencer’s gaze, he shivered involuntarily. After all, Spencer had starred in a drama. Isn’t this Spencer?

Moreover, the doctor knew his other identity-he was Mr. Marsh’s brother!

So if he said no, then it was a no!

The doctor didn’t force a family member to come out. Normally, when an elderly person is hospitalized for emergency treatment, a family member should be present.

Thus, the doctor didn’t dare to provoke Spencer and left directly.

Watching the door close, the two sisters didn’t insist but couldn’t help feeling worried.

“They won’t be in any danger, right?” Agnes asked anxiously. The young girl suddenly felt a bit scared. “They won’t… die from anger, will they?” After all, the incident happened in her sister’s apartment. If responsibility were to be assigned, they would have to bear part of it.

“Even if they die, it would be because of their ungrateful son,” Spencer replied calmly as he released the girls’ arms. “Why are you so nervous?”

Summer looked at the scattered evidence about Rupert on the floor and felt heavy-hearted. She could understand the parents’ feelings.

Agnes glanced at the dinner scattered not far away and felt distressed. “Oh no, your dinner…”

“I’ll go buy some.” Before he finished speaking, Spencer stepped out. He couldn’t let his precious Summer go hungry.

Three seconds after the door closed, Summer sighed. She put her hands on her hips and spun around a few times. “He really has a temper! Couldn’t even hold him back!”

Agnes didn’t comment either; today’s events were hard to judge who was right or wrong.

The girl thought for a moment and said, “Actually, from Spencer’s perspective, he’s not wrong. But… Mr. Brightwood and Mrs. Brightwood shouldn’t have to pay for this.”

Summer bent down to pick up the scattered evidence piece by piece. The data was unbearable to look at. “This family is falling apart.”

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

The sisters exchanged glances. Summer picked up the last piece of evidence while Agnes went to open the door.

Spencer stood outside holding a bag. He lifted it towards his sister. “Eat while it’s hot.” It seemed he wasn’t planning to come in.

Agnes took the bag and glanced at him.

He looked like a child who had done something wrong, nervously biting his lip before turning and walking away towards his place.

Was he afraid of being scolded by his sister? Actually, his sister also had quite a temper!

Agnes didn’t say anything either. When Spencer opened that door, she gently closed this one.

Then she walked towards her sister with the bag. “This is also dinner; eat while it’s hot. He bought it.”

Summer wasn’t in the mood to think about what Spencer was feeling at that moment; she was instinctively worried about Mr. and Mrs. Brightwood’s health. They shouldn’t be in any life-threatening danger.

So that night, she barely slept.

She tried calling Rupert but couldn’t get through… She wanted to inform him that his parents had fainted and were hospitalized.

He didn’t reply to her messages either.

The next morning-

In a relatively remote suburb, inside an abandoned factory on the seventh floor in a large storage room without windows, dust particles swirled in the air as sunlight streamed in.

Rupert had spent the night here, sitting against a large pillar with his waist tightly bound to it by thick rope.