Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

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Chapter 11

Chapter 11

On the day Aveline Blackwood was diagnosed with stomach cancer, Alexander was accompanying Noral as they were taking their son for a check–up.

In the hospital corridor, Ryan held the biopsy report with a serious expression and said, “Aveline, the test results are out. It’s a malignant tumor, stage 3A. If the surgery is successful, the five–year survival rate is

between 15% to 30%.”

Aveline’s delicate fingers clenched the strap of her bag, her pale face filled with seriousness. “Ryan, how long can I live if I don’t have the surgery?”

“Half a year to a year, it varies from person to person. In your case, it’s better to undergo two rounds of chemotherapy before the surgery to prevent infiltration, spreading, and metastasis.”

Aveline bit her lip and said with difficulty. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me? I’ll arrange your admission right away.”

“No need, I don’t plan to undergo treatment. I can’t endure it.”

-Ryan wanted to say more, but Aveline respectfully bowed to him and said, “Ryan, please keep this a

secret for me. I don’t want my family to worry.”

After the global financial crisis that sent markets into chaos, the Blackwood Group had heavily invested in a massive development project, with loans from multiple banks.

As property values plummeted and credit froze, The Blackwood Group faced a severe cash flow crisis.

The old Blackwood, trying to save the family business, made a desperate gamble.

He leveraged everything they had on high–risk investments, hoping for a miracle turnaround.

But the market continued its downward spiral, and the Blackwood finally lost it all. The mighty Blackwood empire, built over generations, crumbled in a matter of months.

but we still had each other. Annabell watched helplessly as her father aged years in weeks, and he

high medical expenses was already a huge burden for Aveline. Informing her family about her illness would only add to their

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“You can be rest assured; I’ll keep it confidential.

husband…”

take care of my father. I have to

this further and

their university days when

fallen star, and now, all that

tirelessly taking care of her

no longer hold

rings, his cold, magnetic voice came through, “I won’t see you

but she swallowed the words about her illness that she had prepared. Nora’s

tears that Aveline had been holding back for so long fell in that moment. Her child was gone, her family was ruined, and he had started a

came through

end of the phone clearly hesitated for a moment and then sneered,

one word at a time, “Alexander, I’m waiting for you at

the wall, and the rain outside the corridor flew in, drenching her. She clutched the phone, biting her sleeve,

in a cold war for a year, she had always refused to divorce. Why the sudden change?

and

hint of tears, and as he looked out at the pouring rain, Alexander left the diagnosis room.

all she saw was Alexander’s retreating figure, and his once gentle face had turned dark and terrifying.

she just can’t let go.

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time. He had thought that Aveline had prepared a table full of dishes he liked, but

it was already dark outside

withered flowers on the dining table.

would never allow flowers to wither like this without disposing of them. There was only one possibility; she had been at the

pushed open the door and saw the tall man in a suit standing by the dining table. His handsome face was as cold as ice, and when he looked at her, his pitch–black pupils were filled with

car through the pouring rain, Aveline was soaking wet. The moment she felt his icy gaze on

cold voice rang out.

eyes were now devoid of light, and she replied lightly, “Do