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

Chapter 112

Chapter 112

“Wow-”

A crying sound rang out, and Jamie didn’t know when he had stood at the stairs, howling and crying,

The servant was startled and stopped their actions. Although Nora was not very intimate with Jamie, after all, she was a mother and naturally didn’t want her child to see such a scene.

She coldly ordered, “What are you all doing? Take the child away.”

The servants hurriedly went towards Jamie, and Nora was also annoyed by his sudden crying, urging impatiently, “What are you still standing there for? Get moving.”

At this moment, a servant upstairs suddenly shouted, “Something’s wrong, the young master has lots of small red dots on his body and face, it looks like an allergy.”

“I know, go find a doctor,” Nora’s expression was very impatient. Compared to the child, she was more eager to deal with Aveline. This kind of opportunity was hard to come by.

Aveline looked at Nora in disbelief, “That’s your child. He’s so young and crying so miserably. At least you should hold him in your arms and comfort him.”

Nora sneered, “If you had acted earlier, I would have naturally gone to comfort him.”

The child upstairs burst into earth–shattering cries, which broke Aveline’s heart. He wasn’t even her own child, so why did she feel so distressed?

Instinctively, she was about to drop the knife and go forward to hold Jamie, but Jamie suddenly erupted with astonishing strength and managed to break free from the maid’s grasp.

fell

Aveline ran fast enough and caught him in her

with snot and tears streaming down, his face

himself

filial piety stabbed

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Chapter 112

Since you’re not going to act, then I’ll help you,” she gave a signal, and two maids approached Aveline, while another maid tried to snatch the child from her

this chaos, Nora remained seated on the sofa, not moving a muscle, simply because her

not yet

world is meant to be a mother. Even in this situation,

valued her own face more than this

Aveline felt some sympathy. Why did this child always stick to her every time he

also became strong, gripping Aveline tightly with both hands, and Aveline naturally had

of the pushing and pulling, Aveline rolled down the

She held the child tightly in her arms, trying to bear all the danger

the stairs, Aveline smiled slightly at the

afraid, I’m here.”

forgetting to cry for a moment.

to see the child’s condition, but continued to speak, “Now, scratch her face

you can.”