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

Chapter 482.

Aveline was put on the operating table. Alexander stood aside, feeling very uncomfortable looking at the grief-stricken Aveline.

"Aveline, don't cry. I said we will still have children. You can have many more children in the future. The children and I will stay with you."

"Alexander, I have no future, these two children are all my hope."

She even had the last glimmer of hope in her heart, "Alexander, just wait a little longer, and you will know that I am not lying to you. Give me three months at most."

"Aveline, I won't change my mind. Be good, the procedure will be carried soon."

Alexander was afraid that he would become soft-hearted if he continued to stay, so he chose to leave.

Seeing this, Aveline hurriedly continued to beg for mercy: "Alexander, don't leave, you should believe me. Why don't you believe what I say?"

"Alexander, these are your babies, you are looking down on human lives."

"Alexander, you will regret this, you will definitely regret it!"

the door was

door being closed, all of Aveline's hopes were

shouldn't be like this, her

doctor appeared around her. The doctor wore a mask; her eyes were as cold as ice,

torn apart by a mistress, so she hated immoral women the most

was a dirty woman, so her voice had no emotion at al. "Don't waste your energy. This is what

filled with tears, and her voice was hoarse from crying. "Doctor, I beg you to let me go, I am really pregnant with Alexander's

do you think Mr. Sterling wouldn't even know if he has touched you? Don't think about it. Mr. Sterling has a good heart. If it were me who is with

Bradford ordered the nurse on the side: "Go, take off her pants, and do a

"Okay, Doctor Bradford."

was outnumbered and she was missing the fighting

moves, "Miss Blackwood, stop struggling. If we hurt you, Mr. Sterling will

procedure. This is murder. I'm

has signed a document, so don't waste your energy. There is no surveillance here. Even if you file a

eyebrows with disdain, "I think it's your fault that you can't control my legs. Otherwise, why would you be on the operating table? I heard that you have antibodies to anesthetics. During the

most annoyed by people like mistresses, but Aveline was brought there by Alexander, and

"Ahem, Doctor, please pay attention, she