Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690.

Facing Aveline's questioning, Solomon had a successful smile on his eyes and brows. He looked like a general who had finally won the battle and had avenged his shame.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry. After all, my brother has the same blood as mine. How could I hurt him? I went to save him specially, but he was seriously injured and is still being rescued."

"What happened to him? Where is he now?"

The old man twiddled his fingers to string beads, "You said he is with you, where is the evidence?"

Solomon took out his mobile phone and played a video of a few seconds. In the video, a man was lying on a hospital bed, seemingly performing being resuscitated. He was wearing a respiratory mask on his face and was surrounded by doctors. One could vaguely see that it was Alexander's.

"How is he doing now?"

"After the doctors resuscitated him, he is now out of danger. You can be rest assured. My elder brother is an important chess piece in my hand.

How could I let anything happen to him?"

Solomon took the initiative and simply didn't want to pretend anymore, calling Alexander a chess piece.

"You want me to believe you just based on this video?"

"Of course grandpa doesn't have to believe me, but since you don't want to recognize me as your family member, then he is not my elder brother also. If the doctors are unwilling to do their best, Grandpa, don't blame me."

"You brat." The old man grabbed him by the collar, his face full of anger.

However, Solomon still kept a calm face, "Grandpa, don't be angry. It's not worth it if you are so angry. I don't want this either. Who told you to deny me? I just want to take back what belongs to me. That's al."

Benson and Aveline also stepped forward to persuade the old man, fearing that the old man would become too angry.

"Grandpa, please sit down and take a breath first. We can discuss this matter slowly, since Alexander is still alive."

I'll have someone send them to you soon."

"Grandpa's face doesn't look good. Do you want me to help you go back to rest?"

"No n e e d ! "

"Well, anyway, I have a lot of things to do and I don't have time to accompany you. Butler, ask someone to clean up the three rooms for us to move in." Solomon ordered arrogantly.

The housekeeper glanced at the old man and finally said helplessly:

"Okay."

"I hope you add a suffix next time you respond to me. Something like:

Okay, second young master."