Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 117

Chapter 117 The Scary Scar

Ashton sobbed uncontrollably.

He couldn’t figure it out. “I found a suitable liver for her, and she promised to wait until the day of the

operation. She has been fine for the past half month. Why did she suddenly behave like this?”

Ashton couldn’t accept such a result. He looked at Joseph with scarlet eyes while talking, “Did you tell

her something again?

“Joseph, if it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have gone abroad. Her body wouldn’t be so weak that she

didn’t want to get out of bed for hali a month!”

Since returning from abroad, Deborah’s body had greatly deteriorated in the past half a month.

She was fed in bed.

Joseph looked at Ashton with empty and pitiful eyes. “Ashton, do you know why Deborah didn’t get out

of bed for half a month? Do you know why she committed suicide today?”

Ashton’s expression was dull. He didn’t know and couldn’t figure it out.

Joseph said coldly, “Don’t you like to install surveillance everywhere? Go to the bedroom where

Deborah lived and check the surveillance content of the past half month.

“Believe it or not, half a month ago, she had a liver transplant abroad.”

Ashton’s whole body seemed to be frozen. It took him a long time to say, “You are talking nonsense.

When she came back that day, she admitted that she lied to me about the liver transplant. Later, I told

her that I found a suitable liver. She was happy too.”

Joseph didn’t seem to hear what Ashton had said and continued as if talking to himself, “She didn’t Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

seek death until

today, just because she couldn’t move at all after the operation in the past half a month.

“If it weren’t for you, she had a new liver, a healthy body, and a brand-new future.”

Ashton opened his mouth. His throat was dry. He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t say a

word.

It wasn’t until Joseph was about to push the bed and take Deborah away that he finally reacted.

Ashton immediately got up and stopped in front of the bed. “She is my wife. You have no right to take

her away!”

Joseph looked at him and suddenly felt that he was pathetic.

“Deborah didn’t want to stay by your side. She would rather die than be with you. Now you don’t want

to let go of her remaining corpse?”

Ashton stretched out his hand to hold the bed. His eyes were dead silent, and he stared at Joseph

defensively. “If you hadn’t lied to Deborah that Alyssa was still alive, Deborah wouldn’t have died at all.

“What’s more, the car accident was an accident. She was my wife. No one can take her away!”

Joseph’s eyes were red. He laughed out loud. “Accident? Ashton, you are really hopeless.”

Ashton panicked. He must have Deborah’s body.

This was the last thing that belonged to her. As long as her body was there, she was there.

Ashton felt Joseph was about to rob her, so he couldn’t wait to tell Jeff, “Call the police! Call the police!

This is my wife.

Mine!”

He talked a little crazy as If something went wrong with his mind.

Ashton took out the wedding picture from his wallet and hurriedly handed it to Joseph as if he feared

that Joseph would not believe it.

In the picture, Deborah was smiling happily.

That was Deborah, who was just twenty years old. At that time, she was full of hope, thinking that she,

Ashton, and Alyssa would have a bright and happy future.

It was only four years, but she and Alyssa both passed away. There was nothing left.

Jeff called the police, and the police rushed over quickly.

Because of Deborah, Joseph had fallen entirely out with the Black family and left the Black Group,

giving up the power

in his hand.

People were snobbish. At this time, no one would stand by his side anymore.

What was more, even if the police handled the case impartially, from a legal point of view, Ashton and

Deborah were

still husband and wife.

Now that Deborah had passed away and had no other relatives, Ashton should take care of her

funeral.

Joseph was forcibly taken away by the police. He was agitated and insisted on taking Deborah’s body

away. He scolded Ashton angrily.

Ashton watched them leave until their figures disappeared from his sight. He returned to the side of the

bed, leaned over, and hugged Deborah on the bed tightly.

“No one will take you away anymore. I won’t let them take you away. Let’s go home, and I will never let

anything. happen to you again.”

Ashton took Deborah’s body back and put it on the bed they used to sleep on.

At night, her body was already icy cold.

Ashton didn’t seem to feel it. He poured warm water and carefully wiped off the blood and stains on her

body and said

softly.

“Debby, you’ve been sleeping all day. I’ll wash and change your clothes for you, and then I’ll take you

downstairs to

eat.”

Her body was so cold that Ashton kept putting the towel in hot water and then covered her body when

the towel was

warm.

While wiping her abdomen, he lifted her blouse. He saw a hideous scar of nearly fifteen centimeters on

the upper right

side of her abdomen.

Ashton’s hand froze. The blood all over his body seemed to be frozen.

The scar was too long, and the impact it gave him at that moment was too significant, making him

completely unable

to move for a moment.

Ashton felt that he had an illusion. After a long time, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

The scar was still there, which was shockingly long.

His throat seemed to be strangled suddenly, and he couldn’t breathe at all.

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He touched it trembly. He could clearly feel the unevenness of the scar with his fingertips.

Ashton’s breathing quickly became rapid. He suddenly supported the bedside table beside him, trying

to stand up.

The violently shaking hands overturned the basin on the bedside table.

The basin was overturned, and water splashed onto the bed. He frantically wiped it and tell to the

ground.

He suddenly remembered something, got up suddenly, and rushed out of the bedroom. He went into

the study.

After sending a message to Rodger, Ashton turned on the computer and checked the surveillance

video of Deborah lying in the bedroom for halt a month.

He watched clearly. After he left, Deborah put her hands on the bed again and again, trying to get up,

but failed again

and again.

He watched him leave the fruit knite on the bedside table, got up and went into the bathroom.

Deborah struggled to reach out to get the knife, but she couldn’t reach it. Her expression was

depressed.

When he came out of the bathroom, she quickly retracted her hand and returned to her usual

appearance, even with at hint of a smile. She looked at him as it nothing had happened.

In places he didn’t see, she wanted to get up countless times and tried to kill herselt countless times.

This morning, she finally got out of bed smoothly.

She said that she wanted to go out for a walk. She had already prepared to die, but he didn’t notice

anything and agreed to let her go out.

Rodger sent him a message: [1 checked, Deborah had a liver transplant in New Richcester half a

month ago.]

Rodger didn’t even want to call him back. He didn’t want to say a word to Ashton but told him the cruel

fact clearly.

Rodger told Ashton what a stupid thing he had done all this time.

Ashton sat blankly at the desk until the phone rang again. This time it was Deborah’s phone.

It was a musical instrument store.

Ashton pressed the answer button with trembling hands. A man’s voice came from the phone, “Ms.

Shepherd, the piano you asked for has been prepared for you. You said that you would come to pick it

up in the morning. Did something delay you?”

Ashton didn’t know when the phone was hung up.

He suddenly remembered that shortly after Alyssa fell off the clitt, Deborah said sadly, “I promised to

buy a new piano for Alyssa, but I haven’t bought it for her yet.”

Alyssa’s first piano was broken by him, Ashton.

But this time, Deborah might want to make up for this regret before she died.

But she failed in the end and left before she could buy the piano.

Ashton looked out of the window. In the dark night, there would never be a ray of light in the future.

He was drowning in hypoglycemia, just like back then. His mouth opened in pain, but he couldn’t

breathe anymore.

This was karma.

Joseph said that Deborah was relieved.

But he, Ashton, would not be able to relieve his whole life.