Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373

Nora's body trembled for no reason when she heard this. The old man patted her shoulder and said, "What are you afraid of? When I was young on the battlefield, I can't remember how many people I killed. If your father had been willing to listen to me, I wouldn't have killed her.

I'm still annoyed with her, so why shouldn't I use this method?"

"So her leukemia is not a coincidence?" Nora stared at the old man in shock.

The old man's eyes were filled with unyielding murderous intent, and the corners of his mouth were raised coldly, "That's natural. After your mother passed away unexpectedly, my original intention was for your father to marry a woman who was the right match for the Kingsley family. Unexpectedly, he actually married Elizabeth, since she was so damaged after the miscarriage that she couldn't get pregnant anymore.

I asked him to find a woman with good health to have the baby, but he refused, so I had no choice but to do this."

Nora couldn't help but tighten her fingers on the armrests of the chair.

She had secretly caused Elizabeth's miscarriage back then.

She had hated Elizabeth since she was a child, feeling that she had robbed her mother of her father's love; she concluded that if they had a child together, she would not have a father anymore.

Nora was happy that she could not have children again, but unexpectedly, that disaster made her grandfather have murderous intentions towards her.

Seeing that Nora stopped talking, the old man slowed down and said, "Girl, Grandpa should let you know that if you are not ruthless, your status will be unstable. Don't blame grandpa for being cruel.

Grandpa does this all for you and his family."

"Grandpa, I understand."

"It's good that you understand. You have to stand on the same line as grandpa. Don't tell your dad. Don't worry, it's Elizabeth today and Aveline tomorrow. As long as you don't take the initiative to reveal that your bone marrow matches her, she won't survive. How long more does she have?"

"Okay."

"Good girl, grandpa has a guest to meet."

"Guest? What kind of guest?"

"Grandpa will introduce them to you later. You should excuse us first."

Nora was suspicious. The old man's friends were all abroad. He rarely talks to anyone in Alberta. Where did the guest come from?

She didn't dress like a modern person, but like a villain in a movie or TV show, with not a single bit of skin exposed on her body.

The woman stood still in the yard, and the old housekeeper continued:

"Madam, please take off your hat."

The woman chuckled lightly, and stretched out her hand as white as jade. Judging from the skin on her hand, she should be very young, maybe twenty or thirty years old at most.

Her nails were long, and each one was painted bright red.

The interweaving of white and red reminded Nora of a vicious villain.

The bamboo hat and mat came off, and the woman was wearing a slim- fitting gown, which outlined her curvy figure. Even Nora was amazed when she saw her.

The old man wasn't having a good time, was he? Is he still getting down with women at such an old age?

With a "squeak" sound, the door opened.