Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Scissors in the Wrist

Ashton looked very displeased. When he thought of the lake paternity test report, fake pregnancy test

report, and those liver cancer reports that Deborah showed him, he hated the so called examination

now

He said firmly and indifferently. “No 1 know her body well

Deborah had indeed lost a lot of weight recently. Ashton thought it was because she ate too little after

Alyssa died

As for her cancer, he thought he would have felt it if she was really dying.

A dying woman didn’t have the strength to push Helen off the roof, called Helen’s mother over to make

a scene, and poisoned him.

Jell wanted to say something else, but Ashton interrupted him directly. “Go out.”

Jeff had no choice but to leave.

Only Ashton and Deborah were left in the ward. Ashton lay on the bed while Deborah stood motionless

far away from him with an expressionless face.

Looking at her, Ashton felt his head hurt even more.

He really couldn’t take it any longer. He didn’t know if Deborah was terminally ill, but he knew that if she

went on like this, she would die of depression.

Alyssa had been dead for so long. Deborah must be desperate, but she smiled every day without even

shedding a tear.

Ashton suddenly felt that he didn’t know what to do with Deborah. He stared at her for a long time and

called a maid over.

“Get a wheelchair and take her downstairs for a walk.”

The maid was obviously a little afraid of Deborah. All the maids in Flora Villa knew that Deborah had

done so many crazy things during this time.

The maid didn’t respond, and Ashton said impatiently, “Go get a wheelchair. Can’t you hear me?”

Deborah hadn’t eaten or drunk for half a month and had thrown up everything they forced her to eat.

She was now half-dead. If she really walked downstairs, she would probably faint.

The made came to her senses as Ashton yelled, and she had no choice but to go out and push in a

wheelchair.

Deborah didn’t resist but voluntarily sat in the wheelchair and was pushed out by the maid.

She didn’t intend to go for a walk downstairs. She just wanted to stay as far away from Ashton as

possible.

Out of his sight, she might be able to find a chance to leave this world.

When she poisoned Ashton in Flora Villa just now, she took a pair of scissors from the kitchen and hid

them in her coat pocket.

The pair of scissors were still in her pocket now.

Zayne told her that he would find a perfect match for her and that she had to stay alive to see Ashton

and Helen get punished.

But she didn’t want to live any longer. She just wanted to be with Alyssa and end the constant physical

and mental torture and pain.

Alyssa would feel lonely.

The maid pushed Deborah out of the inpatient building and walked on the sidewalk outside.

Ashton had always been so hypocritical. He asked Deborah to go for a walk to relax, but he forgot that

it was almost midnight.

It was early spring. It was very cold outside and the wind was bitter cold.

The patients and their families hurriedly walked into the inpatient building.

Only Deborah was pushed out in the cold air.

The maid just did what she was told. She just pushed the wheelchair since Ashton asked her to push

Deborah out for a walk and Deborah didn’t say she was cold

After a long time, the mard shivered from the cold and couldn’t help asking Deborah, Ms Shepherd,

shall we go back to the ward?”

Deborah replied flatly. Tim bored in the ward. The wind is great. I’ll sit here for a while, and you can buy

me soup over there*

She pointed to the cafetena not far ahead.

Patients had a lot of soup This hospital was big, so even though it was almost midnight, soup and other

foods were still being sold

in the cafeteria.

The maid hesitated ‘Ms. Shepherd, Mr. Mullen asked me to stay by your side.”

Deborah looked unhappy. “The cafeteria is so close. Do you think I can run away immediately or sink

into the ground?”

The maid could only agree. She thought that she could look back at Deborah on her way to the

cafeteria and that Deborah really

couldn’t get away.

She pushed Deborah to the side of the road and said, “Ms. Shepherd, stay here for a while. I will be Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

back soon.”

Deborah didn’t respond, and the maid ran to the cafeteria.

As soon as the maid left, Deborah took out the pair of scissors from her pocket.

With the cold wind blowing in her face, she hid her right hand, which was holding the scissors, in her

sleeve, stared at his left wrist, and thought about where to cut.

Suddenly, a voice said behind her, “I didn’t have to come and take a look at him in the middle of the

night…”

Deborah was stunned when she heard the voice, and her heart skipped a beat because it sounded like

Ashton.

The person behind her was on the phone and quickly passed by Deborah and walked forward.

Then Deborah saw his profile. It was not Ashton but Joseph.

It was the first time she had realized that Joseph’s voice really sounded like Ashton’s

It was common for a person to look like another person, but it was uncommon for a person to sound

like another person.

The scissors in her hand pierced her wrist, but the person on the phone in front suddenly stopped,

turned around, and walked toward

her.

Deborah’s wrist started bleeding, and the next second, the scissors in her hand were taken from her.

Deborah looked up at Joseph at once, and he taunted, “It’s really you. What are you doing here in the

middle of the night?”

Deborah looked at him coldly. “Give it back to me.”

Joseph shook the pair of blood-stained scissors. “This?”

Deborah reached for it, but Joseph threw it away. The scissors flew into the flower bed.

Deborah got angry. Joseph squatted down in front of her and put his long arms on both sides of the

wheelchair. “Are you trying to kill

yourself?”

Deborah was so furious that her lips trembled with anger. “It’s none of your business. Why did you

throw my things away?”

Joseph laughed. “Come on, the scissors can’t kill you. At best, you’ll bleed out and lose consciousness,

and then you’ll be saved. Youll suffer for nothing.”

Deborah fell silent and stared at him coldly.

Joseph continued to chatter, “Don’t believe in TV shows where people die immediately by slitting their

wrists with a knife or jumping. off the second floor balcony

didn’t die after falling off the fifth floor, and some people survive after cutting off their hands.”

Deborah was stunned for a morhent. It was true that some people were still alive after losing their

hands.

Cutting the wrist couldn’t kill

Deborah was swayed by Joseph, but soon she came back to her senses. “That’s different!”

Those were two different things.

Joseph glanced at the flower bed next to him. “Then l get back the scissors for you. You can try again if

you don’t believe me.”

Deborah’s face turned livid, and she was so angry that she had a headache and forgot for a moment

that she was going to kill herself.

Joseph took out something from his coat pocket and waved it in front of her eyes.

“If I had known that you were going to die, I wouldn’t have brought it to you.”