Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 557

Chapter 557.

Aveline raised her eyes and saw a tall, thin young man limping towards them. His facial features were very similar to Roselyn's.

Among those similar faces, one is lively and cheerful, while the other has a gloomy and cold temperament.

Aware of Aveline's gaze, the young man nodded towards her, "Miss Blackwood, I'm sorry. My mother didn't know the situation and disturbed you."

Jordan had already explained to him and he knew the whole story and deliberately hid it because he didn't want to make his mother sad. He didn't expect Dora to come to the hospital.

Aveline looked at him and said softly: "You must be Ross. Your sister mentioned you to me."

The handsome young man's eyes were red, and his face was haggard.

His legs were not yet healed and he was limping over.

Before Aveline could recover, the young man knelt down in front of Aveline with a bang.

He lowered his head and confessed like a sinner: "I know what happened. It's all my fault. I hurt my sister and you, Miss Blackwood. If I could go back in time, everything would be fine now."

Aveline sighed, and Jordan helped him up.

"You have a bad leg. Stop doing things that might hurt you. They have already planned it. Even without you, I will still be the target of their attacks. You don't need to blame yourself. I owe Roselyn."

Ross stared at her flat belly. Even if he was not a woman, he knew how important a child is to a mother.

It cannot be made up for by saying sorry.

Sensing his gaze, Aveline looked at Alexander. Her eyes were clear, and her voice was even calmer: "Go back and rest. I'm resting in the hospital."

He thought Aveline would make a fuss when she woke up, but Alexander never expected that she would be so calm.

"Aveline, are you not sad anymore?"

"I just understand that being sad is useless and can't change anything, so why waste time on being sad? Alexander, I said, I will not seek death again."

She suddenly stretched out her hand and smoothed the wrinkles on Alexander's clothes. Her eyebrows were gentle, but her voice was harsh.

"Besides, I also want you to live well and take good care of yourself so that you can become my sharpest knife."

Aveline smiled at him, cold and terrifying, "Alexander, you owe me this."