Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 665

Chapter 665.

When Aveline said these words, Carol's expression changed on the spot.

She was dissatisfied and said coquettishly to Ciara: "Aunt Ciara, look at her! Why is she so saucy? I have good intentions..."

Originally, Ciara had been sitting on the sofa watching the fight, but she didn't expect that she would be triggered by it.

"Good intentions?" She snorted, put down the spoon in her hand, and wiped her mouth gracefully.

"Why didn't I see your good intentions? You opened your mouth, and you were referring to someone's family as broken."

Carol looked at Ciara in disbelief. She never expected that after spending so long with Ciara, she would actually speak for Aveline.

"Aunt Ciara, I'm fighting for you. As your daughter-in-law, she doesn't take good care of you. She sleeps until very late every day and doesn't even see you as a mother-in-law."

Ciara looked down at her: "If she doesn't see me as her mother-in-law, then who does?"

As soon as she said this, Carol blushed and looked coy: "Aunt Ciara, you clearly know that I treat Alexander..."

There was a chuckle from Ciara before Carol finished speaking, and in the next second, Ciara's hand with bright red nails lifted Carol's chin, "Then do you know what I hate most in my life?"

Carol raised her head and met her eyes. She saw murderous intent in her eyes and immediately felt a chill in her back, sensing danger.

"I....."

Ciara was too lazy to argue with someone below her before, but at that moment, she just decided to put Carol in her place.

Carol's face looked particularly aggrieved, "Aunt Ciara, what did I do wrong? In the past two years, I have treated you like my biological mother. If I did something wrong, you can tell me and I will rectify it."

"Did I ask you to come and take care of me? Am I hemiplegic or am I handicapped? Is it because the Sterling family doesn't have enough servants or do you think you can do a better job than a servant?"

Carol stopped sobbing and looked at Ciara in disbelief.

"Aunt Ciara, you, you didn't say that before."

"What do you want me to say? Well, I can't get rid of the things that come to my door to keep me amused."