Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Williams focused on her, and upon hearing the words “life and death,” his chest tightened. He was afraid his son might die, which was why he disagreed. But they all knew that Tom had already made up his mind. Regardless of his parents’ consent, he had decided to return to the laboratory.

Tom Fritz’s former mentor had extended a sincere invitation, making dozens of phone calls, pleading for him to rejoin the team. Some challenges could only be overcome by a genius like him. Tom had given this matter considerable thought. He spent days preparing his course materials, ready to unveil the mysteries of biochemical drugs and nano-delivery systems.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Williams accidentally saw these materials and realized his son’s determination, which made him even more worried. “Since he has already decided, no one can change the outcome. We might as well support him and be his strongest backing so he can go with peace of mind,” Jane tried to persuade her husband.

Her husband leaned forward and poured her a cup of Earl Grey tea. “Jane, have you considered that once Tom returns to the lab, he will have no time for himself? He is already 35 years old and doesn’t even have a woman by his side.”

Jane knew her son was very stable and introverted. He never actively pursued girls and was slow in matters of affection. “He didn’t reject the blind dates we arranged for him before,” Jane recalled, “It’s just that Monica didn’t feel anything for him; otherwise, I would already have a grandchild.”

“Mom called me,” Williams said. “She doesn’t oppose Tom returning to the lab, but she thinks if he doesn’t get married before going back, our Fritz family will surely end with him. How will Tom find time for romance later? The lab will probably take up even his sleeping hours.”

“Did she tell you she found a girlfriend for Tom? She plans to bring her to Arkpool City in a few days.”

“Yes,” Williams nodded. “She’s the youngest daughter of the Buckland family. Although she’s been doted on since childhood, she wasn’t spoiled. She’s knowledgeable and gentle. Since my mom met her, she’s often visited the manor.”

“Is her name Lisa?” Jane remembered.

“I think so,” he said, taking out his phone and showing Jane a photo Mrs. Fritz had sent of the girl.

Looking at the screen, Jane saw a girl with a gentle smile leaning against a railing. Jane instantly liked her petite and lovely appearance. “I saw her when she was little; she’s grown even more beautiful now, with great taste in clothes.”

In the photo, the girl wore a cheongsam with slightly curly black hair tied up and held a purse, exuding elegance from head to toe. Mrs. Fritz knew this kind of temperament couldn’t be faked; it had to be cultivated from an early age-a deep-seated grace emanating from within.

“Mom said she has a good personality,” Williams added. “I hope Tom will like her.”

“It’s too rushed to get married before returning to the lab; it’s impossible,” Jane worried.

“If Tom likes her and she’s willing to marry him, love after marriage isn’t out of the question. Times have changed; young people have ways of falling in love we can’t even imagine,” Williams held onto a glimmer of hope as he didn’t want the Fritz family line to end.

When Tom Fritz emerged from the pool, the butler waiting nearby quickly draped a large towel over him.

“Thank you,” Tom said politely, taking another towel to dry his face and hair while glancing toward the distant pavilion where someone was still waiting for him despite his exhaustion from swimming.

“Young Master, Mr. Fritz has been waiting for you,” the butler said respectfully. “He’s been waiting for two hours.”