Torn Between Love and Hate

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Chapter 177 An Incurable Disease Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Deborah stood outside the door, suddenly feeling as if she had misheard.

Rebecca cried out, demanding to know why Ashton was coughing up blood.

Can Ashton cough up blood?

However, it wasn’t long before Deborah thought of something.

A few days ago, she was kidnapped by Chandler’s people and has been hospitalized for recovery

since then.

Evelyn came over to accompany her, saying that she saw Ashton vomiting blood in the hallway outside.

At that moment, Deborah laughed, saying that her eyes were playing tricks on her.

So, it turns out to be true.

Ashton, do you believe in karma?

Deborah paused in the middle of typing a text message on her phone. Through the cr*ck in the door,

she glanced into the bedroom next to

her.

The door suddenly swung open, and Ashton, leaning against the wall, walked out from inside.

His face was pale and distressed, with dark red blood still smeared at the corner of his mouth, not yet

wiped clean.

The person who used to be meticulous from head to toe now has disheveled hair, a misbuttoned coat,

and a dark stain on the collar, which

is likely blood.

He seemed a bit more awake and was eager to go downstairs and leave.

As he passed by Deborah, he quickly glanced at her and subconsciously raised his hand in a hurry,

wiping the bloodstain from the corner

of his mouth carelessly.

Rebecca caught up to him, somewhat angrily, and grabbed his arm from behind. “What do you mean?

I’m asking you, why did you cough

up blood?”

Ashton stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at her coldly, “I didn’t cough up blood. Ms.

Moxley. Mind your own business.”

Rebecca angrily grabbed him and said, “Do you think I’m blind? If you don’t explain yourself today,

don’t even think about leaving!”

Deborah silently turned around and went back to Alyssa’s bedroom.

As the door was about to close, Ashton forcefully and irritably flung Rebecca’s hand away.

He hurriedly rushed downstairs, as if desperately trying to escape some kind of flood or ferocious

beast.

It’s hard to tell whether they were in a hurry to avoid Rebecca or to steer clear of Deborah.

Rebecca stumbled back a few steps after being pushed away by him. By the time she regained her

balance and tried to chase after him.

Ashton had already left.

He had sent a message to Jett a while ago, and as he stepped outside, Jeff’s car just happened to be

driving up.

Rebecca hurriedly followed, watching as his car sped away..

Rebecca, furious, kicked the pillar outside the door. The more she thought about it, the more she

realized that Ashton’s recent coughing

must be a sign of a more serious illness than she had initially thought.

Deborah returned to Alyssa’s bedroom, intending to continue sleeping, when a knocking sound came

from outside.

Soon, Rebecca’s voice came through. “Deborah, can you come out for a moment? I have something to

talk to you about.”

Deborah didn’t want to talk to her, let alone listen to her complaints. Pretending not to hear, she took off

her shoes and went to bed to

sleep.

The knocking on the door outside only grew more intense, each knock heavier than the last.

Alyssa was lying in bed, frowning in her sleep. She mumbled. “Mommy, who is it?”

Alyssa has to attend classes and perform on weekdays. It is only during the days leading up to

Christmas that she can finally take a good

rest.

Originally, as Christmas was approaching, there would be some Christmas celebration programs,

inviting her to participate.

But this year was different. She had gotten to know Deborah, and Adrian had canceled all her shows,

allowing her to spend the holiday with

Deborah.

Deborah comforted Alyssa for a while, saying. “It’s okay, Mommy will go take a look.”

Alyssa was in a state of half-asleep, half-awake, but soon fell asleep again.

Deborah turned around and walked towards the door, her expression turning cold. She reached the

door and opened it.

Outside the door, Rebecca’s face was filled with anger. As she raised her hand to knock again, the

door suddenly opened.

She looked a bit guilty for a moment, as she saw Deborah standing in the doorway, her face

expressionless.

Rebecca steadied her emotions and spoke more calmly. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I just need you to

do me a favor. Please ask Ashton why he was coughing up blood.”

Deborah said coldly, “I’m sorry, I can’t do that. Is there anything else?”

Rebecca looked uneasy and said, “I really don’t know what else to do. If you ask him, he should tell you

the truth. Coughing up blood is no small matter, it could be a sign of a serious illness.

Recently, I’ve heard him coughing violently, and whenever he coughs, he likes to hide from people.

This is the first time I’ve seen him

coughing up blood-”

Deborah interrupted her impatiently. “Ms. Moxley, even if Ashton has a terminal illness, it has nothing to

do with me.”

Rebecca opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But seeing Deborah’s expression, she decided against it. “Alright, never mind then. Sorry to bother you.

You should get some rest.”

Deborah hummed in agreement and promptly closed the door.

She felt that she was already being quite polite, considering that Rebecca was, after all, a member of

the Moxley family, and the Moxley family had saved and raised Alyssa for so many years.

After closing the door, she faintly heard Rebecca’s voice from outside, making a phone call. “Dr.

Denard, can you please tell me the truth

about Ashton’s situation…”

Deborah had no interest in continuing to listen to the sounds outside, so she went to bed and fell

asleep.

Back when Deborah was in love with Ashton, she would always be worried whenever Ashton caught a

cold and coughed.

Sometimes, when she saw his stubborn nature and how he was beaten by Hector, she would shed

tears of heartache late into the night.

I heard that he lost both of his parents as soon as he came of age, and was forced to take over the

Mullen Group all by himself. Whenever Deborah thought about how difficult those times must have

been for him, her heart ached unbearably.

But now, she found that when it came to anything about him, no matter how big or serious, she seemed

to have become indifferent.

Outside, Rebecca was still on the phone, while Rodger’s voice could be heard from the other side,

speaking quite rudely.

“Ms. Moxley, you don’t need to keep wasting your time on Ashton. He’s not interested in you, and you

should know that.”

Wherever Rebecca loses as she was not really lacking anything.

She only lost because her name wasn’t Deborah; she wasn’t Deborah.

Rebecca said coldly. “If you really won’t tell me, I’ll find out for myself. I’ll definitely be able to figure it

out.”

Over there. Rodger sneered, “What, if he has a terminal illness, can you save him by finding out?”

Rebecca fell silent, her face looking quite awful.

After a while, she spoke again. “Even if it’s an incurable disease, I’m sure I can save him.”

Rodger laughed sarcastically, “So Ms. Moxley is even more formidable than a demon itself. Alright, I’ll

give you the results. Let’s see how

capable you really are.”

After finishing speaking, they hung up the phone.

Soon, Rodger sent Rebecca a few photos.

Here is Ashton’s detailed diagnostic report.

It seemed as if Rodger was worried that Rebecca might not understand, so on the first photo, he

handwrote a few large words: [Lung malignant tumor, late-stage lung cancer.]