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

was already a huge burden for Aveline. Informing her family about her

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can be rest assured; I’ll keep

husband…”

of my father. I have to

this further and

head, thinking back to their university days when Aveline had dated with

a fallen star, and

her father’s treatment. Even when she fell ill herself, no one had

longer

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

about her illness that she had prepared. Nora’s voice suddenly interrupted the call,

back for so long fell in that moment. Her child was gone, her family was ruined, and he had

usual humility, Aveline’s voice came through shakily, “Alexander, let’s

end of the phone clearly hesitated for a moment and then sneered, “Aveline, what kind of game are

said slowly, one word at a time, “Alexander,

down the wall, and the rain outside the corridor flew

lost in thought. They had been in a cold war

and

voice had a hint of tears, and as he looked out at the pouring

Nora chased after him, holding the child. But all she saw was Alexander’s retreating figure, and his once gentle

just can’t

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foot in their marital home for a long time. He had thought that Aveline had prepared a

already dark outside at

at the withered flowers on the

this without disposing of them. There was only one possibility; she had been at the hospital

dining table. His handsome face was as cold

Aveline was soaking wet. The

cold voice rang out.

eyes were now devoid of light, and she replied lightly, “Do you still care about my life and death, Mr. Sterling?”