Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251

Unexpectedly, Alexander didn't get angry, but he threw away the cigarette in his hand.

If Aveline wanted to leave, he wouldn't stop her. His voice came softly, "Aveline, you better not lie to me."

He stared straight at Aveline's back, expecting her to come back, but Aveline didn't even turn her head.

As the wind passed, taking away the last spark of the cigarette butt, Aveline's figure had already disappeared from the rooftop.

Alexander looked up at the starry sky above, covered by layers of clouds, only faintly seeing one or two stars.

What exactly was Aveline's hidden purpose?

He thought of her words that day, "If it wasn't Anthony who killed Layla, then who was it?"

"Mr. Sterling, the madam has been gone for a while," Jordan, like his shadow, stood in the dark.

Alexander sighed deeply, "Jordan, I want to re-investigate Layla's case."

"For the madam?" Jordan didn't understand. The matter had already been settled, especially since it was the biggest taboo in Alexander's heart. It was not even allowed to be mentioned, let alone touched.

Re-investigating it was like tearing open his still unhealed wound, perhaps even more painful than before.

"The incident happened suddenly, and although the evidence seemed conclusive, it was a decision made in my anger. For the past two years, I have been immersed in the grief of losing Layla, blaming her death on Aveline. If.."

Alexander's arm trembled for a moment, "If it really wasn't Anthony, how should I face her?"

Many things couldn't stand careful scrutiny, especially this matter, which was particularly sensitive to Alexander, and everyone would automatically avoid it.

"Mr. Sterling, there was evidence for everything that happened back then. You shouldn't overthink it," Jordan said.

Alexander looked at him, "So what do you mean?"

"I don't agree with a re-investigation. Mr. Sterling, you were deeply affected by that incident back then. I don't know what kind of life you've had in these two years. Bringing up the old matter again will only reopen your wounds, and I'm afraid it will worsen your condition."

Jordan continued, "Let's take a step back. If it wasn't Anthony, and there really was a so-called mastermind, how long would that person need to plan? Is that person male or female? What was their purpose? If it was to separate you and the madam, that has already been achieved. But recently, Mr. Sterling's life hasn't changed, and no new people have appeared."

Alexander rubbed his temples, exhaling a puff of white smoke in frustration.

Jordan patted his shoulder, "You need to get a good night's sleep. You've been too tired these past few years."

"Fine, let's leave it at that. Let's go back," Alexander extinguished the cigarette and left the rooftop in a despondent manner.

Jordan was right. Every piece of evidence in each step was conclusive, so what could go wrong? Why waste time on such matters again?

If Aveline wanted to investigate, then let her investigate to her heart's content.