Surprised Wife With Twins novel Chapter 2068

Chapter 2068: A Bolt from the Blue

"I don't know his name. He said he's your sister's classmate, a male classmate, and he looks quite good! Handsome and spirited," Summer's mother answered.

Agnes could never have imagined it would be Spencer. She didn't dwell on it and didn't stay home for long. After chatting briefly with her mother, she took a taxi to the company.

Spencer brought the roses back to the apartment. The bouquet was so bright it almost hurt to look at, and it pricked at his heart. He placed the flowers on the corner of the table and sat on the sofa, glancing around.

He frequently picked up his phone, but there were no calls or messages. He was waiting for information about Rupert Brightwood. Until he received it, Spencer couldn't focus on anything else.

At the hospital.

Summer was given Rowan's newly developed medication, and her condition visibly improved. She could feel the difference herself. After a final check-up, the doctor confirmed that all her indicators met the discharge standards and announced she could go home.

Agnes called Ansel, "Do you have time? Can you come to my house to take care of my sister?"

"Of course!"

"Thank you, I'll treat you to chicken wings later!"

In Angel's hospital room, only her mother and aunt remained with her. The other family members had stayed up all night and were exhausted. Since the surgery was successful, there was no need for so many people to stay.

The anesthesia had worn off, and Angel gradually woke up. When she opened her eyes, everything seemed blurry. It took her a while to see clearly.

Her whole body hurt; she didn't even dare move a finger. Even her neck was injured and encased in a hard collar. She wore a breathing machine and slowly recalled last night's terrifying ordeal.

The memories were vivid, wrapping her in a cold fear. She felt her personal safety was threatened; she was terrified.

She had gone to meet Spencer but ended up in this situation... How could it be such a coincidence? This wasn't a coincidence; it was targeted and purposeful.