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

Chapter 177

Aveline was in a great mood and repeatedly thanked Connor, “Thank you! You’ve helped me a lot.”

“Now, as long as we find Sheila’s child and do a paternity test with my father, then we can prove that my father is not a despicable person*

“Don’t worry, Aveline. I will continue to search for information about that man. However, it seems that he has already prepared well to avoid being traced, so it will take some time for me to find him.

I still need more time.”

“Knock, knock, knock.”

Helen’s voice came from outside, “Madam, have you finished washing up?”

Aveline hurriedly hung up the phone with Connor and then put away her phone before opening the

door.

“Yes,”

“Madam must be hungry. I have already prepared the food. Change your clothes and come down to

eat.”

Helen, as always, was enthusiastic. Aveline’s stomach was hurting, so she reluctantly went

downstairs.

“Mommy, Mommy!”

as she came downstairs, she heard the voice of the little guy. Jamie, who was playing with

this moment. She hugged Jamie tightly in

arms.

“Little guy.”

looking extremely cute. Aveline thought of what Alexander had said, and she was glad that she hadn’t acted

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up Jamie’s little jade lock, she carried him to the dining table.

the island, she had already gotten used to taking care of the

said, “Look at how happy Sir Jamie is. If you didn’t know, anyone would think that

used to being casual. After speaking, she quickly covered her mouth, “I’m

didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay.”

them enjoyed their meal happily. After

something.

eaten? She wouldn’t have been able to swallow anything, and would have just watched him leave with tears in her

she had slowly let go of her love

the door, looking somewhat embarrassed as he

face, and she gently let go of Jamie’s

and the child

and whispered, “Madam, I’m

that, he took the child and Jamie’s cry could be heard. Aveline wanted to reach out and grab his hand, but when she thought of her identity, what was she to the

him?

of her powerless hands, and