Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 562

Chapter 562.

Aveline looked at the old lady blankly. Her face was covered with wrinkles, and her eyes were cloudy.

But her expression at this moment was particularly excited, and her wrinkled mouth was murmuring non-stop.

"Old lady, are you talking to me?"

"Yes, you! Yes, you!" The old woman grabbed Aveline's hand excitedly.

Her hand was like dry bark, rubbing the back of Aveline's hand until it hurt.

Aveline was very surprised that this person actually spoke honorifics to her. She was obviously so much older than her, and they didn't know each other. How could she be so excited?

"Grandma, are you sure you have not mistaken me for another person?"

"How could I have made a mistake? Miss, I really didn't expect to see you again in my lifetime. You are still the same as before, no change."

The old lady looked at her carefully and said, "No, you seem to be thinner, and there is something slightly wrong with your face."

Dora quickly said: "Grandma, you must have recognized the wrong person. Aveline has never been to the village before. This is her first time."

"Aveline?" The old lady walked around her and stretched out her hand to gesture on her body from time to time.

"There is something wrong. You are taller and thinner than the lady.

Your appearance is also a little different, but this face looks so much like the lady."

Aveline and Alexander looked at each other. Could it be that the old woman knew someone in her family?

"Grandma, sit down and think about it, who do you think I look like?"

"Miss Brenda."

Brenda?

"Then do you know what she has experienced before?"

"I don't know much about what she has experienced in detail. I only heard that sixty or seventy years ago, our country was in constant war and natural and man-made disasters. Many people starved to death in those years, and many people went to the city to work. She also went to the city to look for food and worked with rich people as their nanny."

Aveline chatted with the old woman for a while and found that her condition was indeed not very good, and her memory was relapsing from time to time.

After discussing with Alexander, she took the old woman back to Alberta with them.

Generally speaking, one could be sure that Miss Brenda, who the old woman worked with, looks very similar to her. Judging from her age, even if she was still alive, she must be from the old woman's generation.

Aveline did not go back to the beach villa but went to another large flat.

The old lady spoke very little along the way, her eyes full of nervousness and novelty.

Seventy years later, their country has changed rapidly and has become a super country, and there was no trace of the past.

As soon as they entered the door, the old woman greeted them. The old lady's slightly bent body stood respectfully like a conditioned reflex and said: "Welcome home, Miss."