Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Son, your father and I are waiting for you to come out. You must make a good recovery,” Mrs. Brightwood’s voice trembled as she tearfully escorted her son to the hospital room door. “We will take care of ourselves, so don’t worry and take care of your health.”

Rupert was supported by police officers on either side. Although he wasn’t wearing shackles, his feet felt as heavy as lead.

Watching her son’s figure disappear at the elevator door, Mrs. Brightwood finally couldn’t hold on any longer. She slid down against the door frame and collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Mr. Brightwood’s face was full of sorrow, his complexion even paler. He bent down to help his wife, his brows furrowed deeply.

After arranging everything at home, Agnes returned to Marsh Group.

She happily watered the flowers and plants in her office, then sat down at her desk with a cup of rose tea and turned on her computer.

She didn’t check her email because she knew there was nothing she was expecting. Occasionally, when she thought of that man, her mood would inexplicably drop, and her thoughts would drift away.

She picked up the script and glanced at it. The dialogues and lines had been organized yesterday. She opened the comic software and began drawing the next scenes herself.

Agnes was very serious when she was working. In her private office, no one would disturb her.

Moreover, there was a sign outside the door that read-Working, Do Not Disturb.

Unknowingly, three hours passed.

She had sketched out the character outlines for several scenes and made some revisions. She was quite satisfied with them; all that remained was to add color.

Her love for drawing was deeply ingrained in her bones.

After taking a sip of rose tea, she picked up her phone and opened the newly installed surveillance camera from this morning.

On the screen, ‘Bubu’ was running around excitedly. Its short legs were particularly adorable as it alternated between walking and jumping, looking anything but lonely. Even through the screen, Agnes couldn’t help but laugh at its antics.

It really was very cute!

In the past, missing someone only led to sadness and disappointment. But now her longing seemed to have found a new outlet. Seeing this little cat always made the corners of her mouth lift involuntarily.

She had always been hesitant to keep a cat before. Several times she had felt an impulse to adopt one but feared it would bring back painful memories. She was a person full of contradictions.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

But now she knew that a cat could bring her joy and happiness that no salary increase could match.

“Bubu, Bubu!” She called out to the kitten through the surveillance camera. “Can you hear Mommy talking?”

The adorable little creature suddenly stopped in its tracks and noticeably froze for a moment.

“Bubu, play nicely by yourself. Don’t be naughty or climb dangerous things. Mommy will be home early today!”

The little one looked around as if searching for the source of the voice from the camera. It stared intently at it, seemingly frozen in place.

Agnes thought that this little Bubu was really smart, just like herself.

Although she had only adopted it less than a day ago, Agnes felt an inexplicable sense of closeness as if it had been her pet in a past life.

On set.

Summer and Spencer were seriously going over their script together. They sat side by side, exchanging ideas. Spencer was very professional and offered some good suggestions.

They didn’t have many scenes today; most of the focus was on supporting characters.

But when it was their turn to shoot, every scene was done in one take with emotions perfectly in place.

This made the director very happy. “Spencer, Summer, you two are getting more and more in sync! How about teaming up for another period drama? With this momentum, it’s sure to be a hit.”

Spencer smiled at the girl beside him. Summer remained calm and didn’t express an opinion. Spencer replied, “Let’s see what happens in the future; for now, let’s focus on finishing this one.”