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Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 483
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Chapter 483.

Aveline was already in extranxiety and fear. Fiona's words made her even more angry, "Is this your upbringing? Is your professional ethics a weapon used to attack others? Do you know me? Do you know the whole story? Why do you insult me?" Fiona crossed her hands on her chest and becupset on the spot, "Insult? You call the fact an insult, so there's nothing I can do about it.

Who doesn't know that Mr. Sterling will get married soon, but he brought you to have an abortion? What are you if you're not a mistress?" As she spoke, Fiona looked up and down, "Little girls nowadays don't remember how their families educate them. They don't play their roles properly and don't focus on their studies. Instead, they spend all day staring at other people's husbands. Just like you. You deserve to have an abortion, you deserve to be unable to have children for the rest of your life, you deserve to look like a dog, you deserve to be infertile, and you deserve to be alone until you grow old!" With a "pop" sound, Aveline broke free and slapped Fiona in the face.

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"Damn it, you little bitch still dares to hit me? What are you people doing? You haven't caught her yet." The other nurses were not so crazy. Even if Aveline was a mistress, she was also Alexander's mistress, and she was not someone they could mess with.

Fiona didn't care about that and grabbed Aveline's arm with a ferocious look on her face, "You're a handicap, and you dare to do something like that? You're simply going against me." As she said this, she slapped Aveline hard in the face, not knowing that this was Aveline's plan.

She had long noticed that Fiona also had a psychological problem. She looked like her husband had abandoned her, and she looked unhappy when she saw a young lady like her.

In order not to have an abortion, she had to create chaos.

Fiona's strength was quite strong. Aveline's face immediately becred and swollen after the slap.

Aveline did not reveal her identity but continued to stimulate Fiona, "I am disabled but better than you. Your husband must have found a young and beautiful girl to have divorced you, right? For a yellow-faced woman like you, even your husband doesn't want you either." As soon as these words were spoken, they directly hit Fiona's heart, and her face was as fierce as a lion's. "Bitch, what are you talking about? Who doesn't have a husband?" "You, you must be jealous of my youth and my beauty, that's why you speak harshly to hurt me. Even if you scoldharshly, it won't change the fact that you were abandoned. But I am still younger than you and favored by men unlike you, who is old and haggard, you deserve to be unable to get married in this life." "Bitch, I'll tear your mouth apart!" "Fiona, what are you doing? Stop it!" "Fiona, calm down, you can't do this." Everyone in the room knew the pain in Fiona's heart. Normally, no one would even dare to mention the word husband in front of her.

Aveline was lucky enough to dance repeatedly in the minefield.

The two of them struggled together, which was actually a one-sided beating of Aveline.

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Aveline wanted to protect her lower abdomen with one hand, but she couldn't return it at all.

She kicked the work trolley over with a strong kick, and all the equipment on it fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Aveline took the opportunity to shout for help: "Help! Help!" Lucas, who was guarding outside, pushed open the door and saw the beating of Aveline at first sight.

He immediately shouted angrily: "What are you doing!"

With quick eyes and quick hands, Roselyn immediately took off her cpat and covered Aveline's thighs. "Miss Blackwood, how are you?" She pushed Aveline's messy hair to one side, and when she saw the

redness and swelling on her face and the finger marks, she went crazy dn the spot rolled up her sleeves, and started venting. "I think you don't care aboutpulling out your neck from your body.

What do you think you are doing beating a pregnant woman? If you have the ability, cout and fight with me. If I don't beat you all over the floor today, my nisn't Roselyn."