Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 68

Chapter 68 She Gave up on Ashton

The lights were not timed on in the bedroom. And Ashton took Deborah’s mobile phone away, leaving

her in darkness and fear.

She knocked on the door desperately in a panic Let me out Open the door and let me out.”

The sound of Ashton’s footsteps outside the door gradually faded away until they could not be heard at

all.

In the darkness, Deborah fell that hideous man was approaching her from behind

Simon’s voice sounded eerily. “I allow you and your mother to eat and live for free What’s wrong with

me playing you?”

“If you want to rely on me, you have to listen to me. You’re a bitch. You are as cheap as your mother!”

“You dare to hit me. I will kill you today! Cough..”

Deborah desperately stretched out her hands in the darkness and pushed her side. “Get away. Get

away!”

She didn’t know when the moonlight began to shine outside the window. The moonlight came in. And

she saw a large black mark at

her feet.

She remembered the large pool of blood that night.

She remembered that Simon seemed to have died in this position.

He forced her. And in desperation, she hit him with something. Then he had a heart attack and died

before her eyes.

Blood flowed all over the ground to her insteps.

There was blood all over her shoes and clothes.

The memory and the reality began to be unclear. There was no sound from Ashton outside the door.

Deborah sat down paralyzed, flinching, and retreating desperately.

Her back pressed against the door. And her voice was panicked and desperate. ‘Ashton, open the

door. Open the door.”

Her internal organs churned and stirred, causing her to twitch in pain.

Trembling, she fumbled for the painkiller in her pocket but couldn’t find it.

There was not much left of the previous painkillers. And she left them in Flora Villa.

Zayne had said to prescribe some new ones for her, ones with better pain relief effects. But he hadn’t

had time to give them to her yet.

Her body convulsed with pain, and her breath was disordered and weak, “Ashton, I hurt…”

After Ashton locked Deborah in the bedroom, he drove away.

The place was so dirty that he could not stay another moment without feeling sick.

Ashton thought about shutting Deborah up for one night and came back tomerrow to see if she knew

she was wrong while he drove

back to Flora Villa

Deborah finally could not hear the sound outside at all. The bedroom was as noiseless as a vast

cemetery. The moonlight shining in

made it gloomier.

She knew very well that Ashton had left and would not come back to open the door for her.

She would die here tonight if she couldn’t get out by herself.

Her internal organs were in severe pain, and she was probably about to vomit blood. Without

painkillers, she couldn’t last long

A voice in her head screamed desperately. “You can’t die. You can’t die. At least Alyssa is waiting for

you!”

Then came Joseph’s voice. “Mrs. Mullen, help me get what I need, and I will let you see Alyssa”

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The headache made Deborah consciousness confused

Intense pan and fear quickly pushed her to the brink of a nervous breakdown

She couldn’t wait any longer Deborah forced herself to move slowly to the bedroom window under the

faint moonlight

The window was old it took her some effort to open it. After pushing the window open with all her might,

she sat down and panted heavily And her mouth full of the taste of blood

She wanted to die like this, but she couldn’t

When she was desperate and wanted to die for relief, Joseph told her that Alyssa was still alive, and

she couldn’t die

Sitting on the ground. Deborah tried to ignore those hallucinations and Simon’s voice beside her ear.

Then she propped herself against the wall stood up slowly, and looked down from the window

There was grass below the window. The green grass of spring, covered with dew, glowed with

moonlight in the night.

For some reason, Deborah’s mind was filled with Joseph’s words again. “Don’t believe what other

people say it’s not true that people will die by jumping from the second floor. Look at Helen, who

jumped from the fifth floor, and she is still alive.*

Therefore, jumping off the second floor could not kill someone, right? All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Deborah cheered herself up, took the old sheet from the bed, twisted it into a long rope, and fixed one

end to the window

She planned to grab this and slide down. But the bedsheet was too old. It might break before she

reached the ground.

But it was better than jumping directly with nothing.

Deborah took a deep breath, threw the other end of the sheet down, and with the remaining strength,

she grabbed the sheet and flipped out the window.

When she landed on the ground, she fell. She must have been hurt and bleeding. The pain was

severe

Deborah tried to stand up slowly, then walked to the front yard slowly to the left

She probably had never imagined that one day she would come to this bedroom again, and she could

calm down and jump out of the window enduring the pain, instead of being scared to death in that

bedroom because of the nightmare many years ago.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on her, and the surroundings were silent.

She kept walking along the deserted road. Then her whole body became numb, and she couldn’t tell

where the pain was, and her

consciousness became a little blurred.

Ashton didn’t care about her life and left her in this place, not even leaving her cell phone, as if he was

afraid she would call for help.

The only lucky thing was that when she took a taxi back at night, she had accidentally misheard that

the fare was four dollars instead

of ten dollars

The driver was honest. After seeing the account information, he refunded her six dollars in cash.

Deborah didn’t know how long she walked before she saw a store on the side of the road.

She used the six dollars to buy a bottle of water and make a phone call.

In the past, every time something happened, she always thought of Ashton

This time, she didn’t consider calling Ashton in the first place.

At that moment, she suddenly realized she had given up on Ashton.

Deborah dialed Zayne’s number, not because she wanted to cause him more trouble, but because she

only remembered the two

numbers.

As for the consequences, she knew very well, but she would bear it herself.

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Zayne answered the phone quickly and came over quickly, too

It was more than an hour’s drive from Deborah’s place, and he got here somehow in less than half an

hour.

When Zayne came over, Deborah was sitting on the rest chair outside the convenience store, holding a

bottle of water almost finished, and fell asleep with her head tilted.

was

Zayne got out of the car, hurried over, and patted her lightly. She immediately woke up as if she had

been frightened. Her eyes were filled with panic for a moment.

Zayne’s heart hurt as he saw her this. And he took out the painkiller from his coat pocket. Is the pain

severe? Do you want to take

medicine?”

Deborah was almost dying of pain here. She looked at the medicine in his hand, nodded, and reached

out to take it.

She took the medicine quickly. She lifted the cap and poured out half the pills.

With many pills in her hand, she stuffed them into her mouth habitually

Zayne was shocked. She had already swallowed a few pills when he immediately reached out to stop

her.

Because she swallowed pills urgently, she suddenly made a retching sound.

Zayne was worried. “It was just painkillers. Just one is enough. Spit them out!”

Deborah resisted the desire to vomit and wanted to swallow a few more. But Zayne hurriedly said.

“Deborah, you can’t take so many

pills!

Deborah looked a little embarrassed. At Zayne’s words, she reluctantly spat out the rest of the

medicine.

She stood up staggeringly. “Dr. Gaige, I’m bothering you again at such a late night.”

As soon as she stood up, she almost fell off.

Zayne stood on her right and immediately reached out to help her, but couldn’t lift his hand.

He just remembered that his left hand was useless and wanted to use his right hand to help her. But

Deborah had already got into the

back seat with the car door.

The car was not driven by Zayne, but by Tracy, the nanny of the Gaige family.

Zayne’s left hand was disabled, so he could no longer drive or undergo surgery. And he had to get

used to many things.

As Deborah sat in the car, she saw Tracy in front. But before Deborah could say hello, she couldn’t

hold herself back and fell into a

coma.

Zayne sat beside Deborah. She fell asleep, and he didn’t say a word.

The night wind blew outside the car window, and his eyes were sore.

Deborah had endured too much torture with Ashton. Zayne didn’t need to ask what happened tonight,

and she wouldn’t tell either.

Tracy was driving while searching the nearby hospitals.

Zayne kept silent, suddenly saying, “I want to take her away.”