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

Chapter 447.

Maya patted Aveline on the shoulder, "Sister, I understand you so well.

Just like when I saved money to buy a house for that scumbag, who wasn't capable of feelings. Isn't it nice to se how much money I'm making now?"

The two of them were in a much better mood as they recalled their youthful days. Maya licked her lips and said, "Aveline, I'm hungry. Please peel an apple for me." She continued eloquently: "I still remember when I first met you, you couldn't even peel an apple. When we went to visit the teacher, you cut the apple to the core directly, and we were laughing at you. An absurd cutting method, but later for the sake of the dog, you."

Before Maya finished speaking, she saw Aveline suddenly stretched out her right hand, her palm fell softly, and Maya's voice stopped abruptly.

"Sorry, Maya, I can't cut it for you. I'm going to find a nurse."

Maya grabbed her hand, and her eyes instantly turned red. "Who did this?"

"It's a long story..."

"To make a long story short, is it the dog? Is he crazy? How could he hurt your hand? When he knows you want to be a doctor!"

Noticeably, everyone knows that Aveline's dream was to be a doctor, but Alexander didn't care.

sad, so she tried her best

situation was

she looked, the more Maya

of Aveline's hand, and her voice became even more trembling: "How could he,

goddess. In addition to her beautiful appearance,

from singing and dancing

school, she often represented the

piano, her slender hands would dance on the keys, and the beams of

was like a shining star, and

of heaven; how could she become what

falling from the sky into the earth's mud,

help but cry, and she would rather hurt her own

the pain has stopped a long time ago,

could it not

small cut on your finger, Uncle Blackwood would send you to the hospital nervously. Even the doctor who

always had a pampering privilege, whether in the

family or with Alexander.