Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“No, we just get along well. I told him clearly, we won’t be dating. Sis, can you help me with this? Do I need to screw this part?”

“Seems like it. Do you have a tool kit? Check the box.”

“Got it!”

The two sisters were quite handy and soon assembled the cat bed, even laying a soft cushion inside.

It was sturdy and attractive, without any odor, made entirely of eco-friendly materials.

“This must have cost quite a bit,” the elder sister remarked.

The younger sister replied proudly, “It’s worth every penny for my little cat.”

The elder sister couldn’t help but tease, “So you’ll spend the rest of your life with the cat!”

“That’s exactly my plan!” The younger sister smiled sweetly.

Agnes set up a play area for the cat on the balcony, dedicating the entire space to it. She carefully assembled various play structures, treating it like her child. Even the cat food was meticulously selected, and not cheap at all.

It was clear that Agnes was very invested in this. In a way, this kitten was her emotional support.

As she sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the sofa, holding ‘Bubu’, her slightly melancholic eyes were filled with affection, as if she were looking at her lover. Even her smile was one of happiness.

She missed him again… She longed for those days in sophomore year when she could see him online every day.

As long as she saw that little cat avatar light up, her whole world brightened.

But that person and those memories felt so distant now. Leaning against the sofa while holding the cat and gently stroking its back, she mustered the courage to reminisce-

Those stories about comics, about cats, about her and him across the screen-stories filled with anticipation, excitement, pain, yet warm and inspiring.

“Agnes, I’m heading to the set now!”

“Alright, you go ahead. I’ll stay with the kitten a bit longer.” Once she held it, she found it hard to let go.

At Fritz Manor, in the gazebo at the back.

Tom Fritz sat alone in a wicker chair, gazing at the artificial lake not far away. His deep eyes held a hint of sadness.

Ever since he learned that his grandmother was returning to their home country, he had been in a bad mood and worried.

His grandmother had always been very good to him since he was young; she was one of the people he respected most. She was usually very democratic and respected his decisions in everything.

And he respected her as well, fulfilling all her requests.

But this time, they might have differing opinions regarding his marriage.

This was not a situation he wanted to see. His grandmother was getting older and had fewer days left in this world; he really didn’t want to upset her.

Though democratic, his grandmother could be quite stubborn at times.

In the Fritz family, his grandmother had significant influence. Tom Fritz did not want to be responsible for upsetting her.

Morning.

After leaving the Campell family home, Ivan returned to Emerald Bay to pick up Jennifer before boarding their private jet.

The plane glided along the runway and slowly ascended into the sky… In just a few days, they would bring Mrs. Fritz back home.

And Mrs. Fritz would definitely bring along that girl named Lisa; in her mind, Lisa was the perfect candidate for her grandson’s wife.

In a hospital room.

Post-surgery Rupert leaned against the headboard. He looked weak but was recovering well enough to get out of bed slowly and use the bathroom on his own.

He felt hopeless; every second of breathing was painful. In the end, he couldn’t keep things hidden and had caused his parents grief.

The air in the room was heavy with tension. Mr. Brightwood and Mrs. Brightwood had swollen eyes from crying and felt suffocated by their sorrow.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.