Torn Between Love and Hate

"You want me to donate my marrow to save the bastard you gave birth to? Deborah, don't even think about it."

On a dusky night, Ashton Mullen lifted the chin of the woman in front of him with his foot, his eyes full of disgust and sarcasm.

In heavy snow that Richmond had not seen for many years, it was cold and lifeless, and snow was everywhere.

At five or six o'clock in the evening, the sky was already dark. Under the streetlights outside Flora Villa, Deborah Shepherd's face was as pale as paper, and her lips were pale too.

Deborah knelt on the ground, her hair and eyebrows covered with snow. The freezing cold wind blew on her face like cutting from sharp knives. She blacked out and almost fell down.

Deborah knelt in the snow for a full five hours and finally waited for Ashton to come out.

When Deborah looked up, she only saw a cold and noble face. The familiar facial features carried a strange and ruthless determination.

Deborah knelt on the ground and begged desperately. She struggled to speak. Her voice was hoarse and desperate. "Ashton, Alyssa is really your daughter. Please believe me.

"The doctor has checked. Your marrow matched hers, which is the best proof. I beg you, please save her. Otherwise, with leukemia, her life won't last more than three months."

"Check? Deborah, do you think I will believe it?" Ashton sneered. He lifted his foot under her chin and kicked her in the chest.

Deborah suddenly felt a dull pain, coupled with the coldness of the ice and snow on the ground when she fell to the ground. Deborah heard the muffled sound of her head hitting the ground.

Her body trembled, and then she felt the blood rushing from her throat.

Her teeth trembled with pain, and her body seemed to fall apart the moment she fell to the ground, but she still held on and didn't make any sound.

Thinking of her daughter, Alyssa, who was still lying in the hospital, Deborah forced herself to explain, "Ashton, five years ago, that night, I lay on your bed because I was..."

Her throat was suddenly choked, and she was forced to stop abruptly.

Ashton's eyes were red, and his hand tightened around her neck. He leaned over and suddenly approached her.

His voice could not hide the surging hatred. "You still have the face to mention what happened back then? How dare you!"

Deborah opened her mouth. Her neck was strangled, and she could not make a sound. She suddenly lost the desire to explain.

In these five years, Deborah had tried to explain too many times. She knew best that Ashton would not believe it.

Ashton tightened his grip bit by bit and looked at Deborah's face, which had turned red because of lack of oxygen.

His voice was cold and bone-chilling. "I will never save your bastard. I've been dreaming of the day you die with her. You've caused Helen to suffer. You deserve to die."

Deborah let out a hurried and painful voice, but there was no way for her to complete her sentence.

It was probably because the wind in the evening was too strong, causing her eyes to unconsciously turn red.

What else could she explain?

For so many years, everyone in Richmond knew that the illegitimate daughter, Deborah, was shameless and kept pestering Ashton. She racked her brains to sleep with Ashton and forced him to marry her after she got pregnant.

There was irrefutable proof.

Ashton took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the hand that he used to grab Deborah's neck.

"Get lost. Don't ever let me see you and that bastard again."

Deborah was kicked to the ground. She tried to get up. She had just propped up the ground to get up a little when she fell down again.

This time, she seemed to fall even harder. She was in so much pain that her face was trembling.

Kneeling in the snow for five hours, Deborah felt that her knees and body were cold and painful. Her body shivered, and she could not bear it.

The blood on her face faded, and Deborah secretly swallowed a mouthful of blood in her mouth. She did not say anything more, slowly and clumsily standing up.

Her phone rang. It was from the doctor.

Deborah picked up the call. The doctor said anxiously, "Ms. Shepherd, your daughter has a high fever again and has a serious nosebleed. She is in a rather bad condition. Hurry up and come over. And you have to pay the medical fees!"