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

.Chapter 553.

There were too many negative emotions accumulated in her heart, even though she knew that she was still very weak at that time and could not be sad or agitated, nor could she bear any stimulation.

Alexander was even more afraid that something would happen if she kept holding it in, so he simply let her vent.

Aveline cried for a long time until her voice became hoarse, her tears ran out that no liquid could flow out, and her legs and feet lost strength while on her knees.

Aveline sobbed softly in Alexander's arms. Alexander said nothing and kept patting her back slowly, extremely gently.

He didn't know how long it took, but Alexander saw that her mood gradually stabilized, and then he helped her up.

Aveline turned grief and anger into strength. Alexander was right, and she should not seek death but survival.

That would make the person behind the attacks angry. She would live, live well, and then inflict the pain of living on that person.

Aveline wiped away the last tears from the corners of her eyes, and her eyes were much firmer when she looked at Roselyn's body again.

She pulled the white cloth down a little, revealing Roselyn's hand.

She still wore the bracelet that she regarded as a treasure on her wrist.

Thinking about Roselyn, who brought the bracelet home that day, she never dreamed that this bracelet would kill her.

dismantle it

"Okay."

softly: "Roselyn, I will not let your death be in vain. I, Aveline, swear to God that as long as I am alive for one day, I will use Theodore's blood to commemorate you. Don't worry,

"Do you want to tell

hide it for the rest of our lives. I don't

few days or months,

like Roselyn, her family would be

worse than short-term

if she tells the

can come and see Roselyn

and give her blessings for

better to know now than regret for the rest of

for the

"I'll make arrangements."

lead Aveline away, but Aveline did not

stood there, staring

them were red, Aveline hesitated to

and knew

"Children...."

was as rough and hoarse as if it had been scratched by a razor

up at him, "Where....are

all, they have to face