Mr. Marsh’s Twins

The flower shop was neither too big nor too small, with rows of shelves filled with various fresh flowers, and the air was filled with their fragrance. Mr. Campell and Mrs. Campell had been very busy lately, but their income was also quite substantial. The mysterious benefactor continued to place daily orders, sending flowers to sanitation workers. It was done by district, and soon every sanitation worker in Arkpool City would receive flowers. This was a profitable and meaningful endeavor.

As Mr. Campell wrapped a bouquet, he changed the subject with a contented smile, “You have no idea how bright the smiles on those sanitation workers’ faces are when they receive the flowers. Their pure joy deeply moves me.”

But Mrs. Campell was still preoccupied with thoughts about their daughter and couldn’t find happiness. “Come on, sit down and help out. We need to deliver these soon!” Mr. Campell urged, hoping to distract her.

She sat beside him, picking up scissors and flower stems, trimming while sighing.

“Hey, Guifang! What’s going on with your Summer? Wasn’t she supposed to marry Rupert? How did she end up dating someone else? It’s all over the news!” A neighbor’s voice preceded her arrival.

The Campells looked up to see a plump woman entering the shop, her every move exuding gossip. “What’s going on? The news doesn’t lie; it’s official! Did Summer cheat?”

“Our family matters are none of your concern,” Mr. Campell said gently but firmly, worried about his wife’s feelings. “Jane, you should go back to your own business.”

“How can you say that?” The woman shouted indignantly. “We’ve watched Summer grow up. She’s such a good girl; why enter showbiz? And now her marriage is falling apart! Rupert is such a good kid…”

Mrs. Campell stood up with the scissors in hand. “Don’t meddle in other people’s affairs! You may have watched Summer grow up, but she is my daughter! I know her better than anyone! I believe in her; this isn’t her fault!”

Mr. Campell quickly stood up and put his arm around his wife’s shoulders, silently comforting her.

“What do you mean?” The plump woman asked curiously. “Did she really break up with Rupert? Is she really seeing someone else?”

“Auntie Jane, please leave and mind your own business,” Mr. Campell said angrily.

“I can’t divulge details about the Brightwood family, but I know my daughter well and support every decision she makes!” Mrs. Campell stated firmly. “Outsiders shouldn’t criticize or gossip without knowing the full story. How can you draw conclusions without seeing the whole picture?”

Silenced by their united front, the plump woman reluctantly turned to leave, muttering as she went, “No good deed goes unpunished! Just trying to show some concern! Watch out for Summer; that guy is a playboy! She can’t handle him!”

After she left, Mr. Campell closed the shop door and paused business for a while.

It was already early morning, and they had lost count of how many people had come by to pry into their affairs.

Mrs. Campell lowered her eyes, her lashes hiding the coldness within them as she tried to come to terms with the situation and convince herself to stand firmly by her daughter’s side.

But her daughter’s reasoning failed to convince her… Mrs. Campell felt a deep sadness.

Mr. Campell walked over silently.

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