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.

and let the technicians dismantle it to see if anything can

"Okay."

as long as I am alive for one day, I will use Theodore's blood to commemorate you. Don't worry, I will take good care of your

"Do you want

it for the rest of our lives. I don't want Roselyn to go

it for a few days or

would

is worse than short-term

tells the Jones family,

can come and

her blessings for her

would be better to know now than regret

my daughter for the

"I'll make arrangements."

to lead Aveline away, but Aveline

there, staring straight at

them were red, Aveline hesitated to

knew her very well and knew what she wanted to

"Children...."

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

looked up at him, "Where....are

they have to face this