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.

in horror as Jamie fell to the

him in her arms after

face covered in rashes, with snot and tears streaming down,

Jamie threw himself into her

scene of motherly love and filial piety stabbed at Nora’s eyes,

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gave a signal, and two maids approached Aveline, while another maid tried to snatch the child from her

of this chaos, Nora remained seated on the sofa, not moving

was not yet done.

realized today that not everyone in this world is meant to be a mother. Even in this situation, she still

heart, she valued her own face more than this child, even her toenails were more important.

child always stick to her every time he saw her?

tightly with both hands, and Aveline

pushing and pulling, Aveline rolled down

sea. She held the child

rolled down the last step of the stairs, Aveline smiled slightly at the frightened child, “Don’t be

afraid, I’m here.”

at her dumbfounded, forgetting to cry for a moment.

but continued to speak, “Now,

you can.”