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

Chapter 274

The cool air dissipated all the musty smell in the trunk, temporarily clearing her mind.

Aveline deliberately shouted nervously: "Who are you? Let me go!"

The nervousness was real, but she told herself that she had to be calm, and only by being calm could she find flaws.

Mason's familiar voice came: "Miss Blackwood, haven't you always wanted to find out about Delilah's death? Don't you want me to tell you personally?"

Aveline felt a rope suddenly dangling around her neck, and Mason's voice sounded like a gentleman she was meeting for the first time, like a poisonous snake spitting a message in her ear.

"She was strangled to death like this. Yes, the expression on her face was exactly the same as yours before she died. Her hands and feet kept struggling."

"She desperately wanted to ask for help, but she couldn't utter a complete sentence. She could only look at me with despair and fear in her eyes, and then she lost her breath little by little."

In the darkness, she was more sensitive to her surroundings, and Mason's voice gave her unlimited space for imagination.

She seemed to be able to feel Delilah's despair before her death and her helplessness as her life force drained away little by little.

"So the person who killed Delilah was not my father at all!"

is indeed right. Dad is such a good person; how could he do such a crazy

her belly is indeed your

grudge do you have against the Blackwood family? You couldn't even let a pregnant woman

not died, would she have a little brother or sister

years, and Aveline hoped that Anthony would find true

wrong with

Alexander's biological sister. If he knows the truth, he will

knew the truth, would you still show up

silent. Layla

in his heart that

touched. He

she mentioned it

him to book

the wound in

she was repeatedly lingering on his

do you do this?" Aveline lowered

to blame anyone, just

herself? What wrong did she

existence is the biggest

her on his shoulders like a sack, and