Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 2134: A Regular at the Station

On set, Elisa could tell that Summer was very worried. Although Summer didn't say anything, she seemed distracted. After Andrew finished his phone call, he didn't head to the police station because he knew he couldn't be of much help and believed Mr. Marsh wouldn't sit idly by.

Elisa stayed by Summer's side, occasionally glancing at her, unsure how to offer comfort. Their relationship wasn't close enough for easy words. Even if Summer was worried about Spencer, she might prefer to keep it hidden.

Andrew had already made the call, and Summer knew it. "Mr. Marsh will handle it," Elisa said lightly, linking arms with her again. She couldn't help but worry about Harlan's condition. If he was seriously injured and taken by the police, it wouldn't end well.

Summer snapped back to reality and looked at her. "Spencer is hurt."

"Harlan is the one bleeding from his mouth," Elisa replied casually. "Spencer's injuries aren't serious, right?"

"I mean, Spencer was already injured," Summer said softly, though she was anxious inside.

Elisa was taken aback. "How could that be? He seemed fine during filming today."

Summer explained, "He got hit by a car last night and has many abrasions. We went to the hospital."Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"You two?" Elisa was shocked. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. He got hurt protecting me."

Elisa hadn't noticed and didn't know what to say. "Is he seriously injured?" She recalled that Spencer had been wearing long sleeves all day, making it hard to see any wounds.

"He has many wounds; they're not life-threatening but still painful." Summer was clearly worried about him.

Elisa didn't know what to say either.

Meanwhile, the director was

frustrated, hiding in a corner and sulking. The shoot had been going smoothly, with almost every scene done in one take! But now there had been a fight again! These young people were so impulsive!

At the police Station, the atmosphere was tense. Harlan and Spencer sat with injuries, hair disheveled and looking somewhat disheartened. They were seated on chairs two meters apart, surrounded by four or five police officers watching them.

They were waiting to make calls to their families. Harlan had already called; his parents were on their way. But Spencer remained stubborn, his face cold and silent, not even

reaching for his phone as if he were deaf.

Not everyone recognized Spencer; many people didn't follow celebrities and led ordinary lives between work and home.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Contact your family!" One officer lost patience and sternly told him, "Don't make us take forced measures!"

Spencer looked up at him with a cold gaze that made the officer feel intimidated. This guy was clearly a troublemaker!

The officers had enough experience to see through him. One of them stood up and said, "This isn't your first time here, is it? You seem familiar with the process and know how to stall." Spencer remained silent.

The officer continued, "But what's the result of stalling? You'll still have to notify your family."

Another officer scrutinized him with a softer tone, "You're a regular here, aren't you? What's your name?"

Harlan rolled his eyes at Spencer, knowing he had a tough background, tough mouth, and tough fists. So he stayed silent, holding a towel to his bleeding mouth. Damn it, his mouth was bruised!