Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 30 Blood Dyes the White Shirt Red

Ashton's expression froze for a moment. He looked at Deborah who was no longer moving on the ground. "What did you say?"

The bodyguard said anxiously. "Sir, Ms. Shepherd seems to have stopped breathing"

No matter how Ashton looked at it, he felt that Deborah was playing some new tricks

She had always been very healthy, and she was not as weak as Helen. How could she suddenly stop breathing?

He approached and kicked Deborah twice. Seeing that she still did not react on the ground, he frowned and said, "Deal with her."

The bodyguard standing at the side did not quite understand what he meant. He asked carefully, "Bury her?"

Ashton's face darkened as he kicked the bodyguard.

The bodyguard took a few steps back, and other bodyguards immediately called Andrew over.

Ashton crouched down and patted Deborah's face twice. Then, he used his index finger to check her breathing

She really didn't breathe. Human beings couldn't hold their breath for long. It didn't seem like she was pretending. This was the first time he had noticed that Deborah was so skinny when he got so close to her.

Her face was as pale as paper, and there was not even a hint of blood.

He reached out and scooped Deborah up and quickly went upstairs.

Deborah was picked up by him, and she was completely silent. Her head and hands drooped down weakly.

Ashton quickly went to the consulting room on the third floor. As soon as he entered, Andrew had already come over.

Ashton's voice revealed a tinge of panic. "Check her. Why doesn't she breathe?"

Just as Andrew walked to the bedside, Helen was supported by a servant to come in.

Helen's face was full of injuries, and one of her front teeth fell off. Her face was pale. 'Did something happen to Debby? It's all my fault. I went over and made her angry." Because she had lost a tooth, her words were not so clear.

Ashton turned around and glanced at her. There was a strange look in his eyes. One tooth missing was indeed quite not pleasing to

the eye.

Andrew gave Deborah, who was lying on the bed, an emergency resuscitation as he glanced at Helen quietly.

Now that Deborah's breathing stopped, it was too late to send her to the hospital. It could be said that whether Deborah was dead or alive depended on Andrew.

Four to six minutes after the breathing stopped, an irreversible brain death could occur, and then it would quickly lead to the death of

the body.

Though Andrew was a little slower, he might not leave any flaws, and Deborah would die.

Helen shook her head slightly. When Ashton was present, she could not take such a big risk.

Andrew quickly turned his eyes to Deborah and tried his best to save her.

About ten minutes later, Deborah, who was on the bed, let out a painful cough.

Ashton quickly walked over and asked, "Is there no problem? Why did she suddenly stop breathing just now?"

Andrew answered, "Sir, Ms. Shepherd is fine. She didn't stop breathing just now, but her breathing was a little weak.

"It should be the same as before. She caught a cold, causing her to lose some spirit. Otherwise, she wouldn't have woken up so

quickly"

Ashton recalled that during the day, Deborah had secretly gone to the hospital to look for Zayne. She had even made up some absurd words, telling him that she developed liver cancer. Andrew continued, "It is snowing heavily and cold. Even a person with a good body will catch a cold if he stays outside for too long. Ms. Shepherd should better not go out "

The faint warmth in Ashton's eyes disappeared. He sneered and said, "She deserves it."

He directly turned back and took Helen out. "Helen, you are seriously injured. You should have a good rest."

Helen whispered, "Ms. Shepherd must have caught a cold because she went to the hospital today to look for Dr. Gaige. She must have gone there because she is sick. Ashton, don't blame her." Deborah lay on the bed. She woke up, but when she heard the voices of Ashton and Helen, she did not even want to open her eyes.

As soon as Ashton left, Andrew stopped pretending and left Deborah directly.

Deborah was lying alone in the medical room. The temperature in the room was suitable and very warm, but she always felt that it was very cold.

Recently, she often felt this way. It was like her bones and internal organs were emitting cold air. She felt like she was in a refrigerator,

so cold that she was about to freeze.

She heard that people who were about to die would always feel colder.

The cold feeling became heavier and heavier. Soon, the smell of blood surged in her throat again.

She struggled to move to the edge of the bed. She lay on the ground but did not see any trash can and could only vomit directly to the ground beside the bed.

The black and red blood mixed with something that seemed to be gastric acid was vomited all over the ground.

Deborah looked at the large patch of blood that she had spat out and only felt shocked. Her scalp was numb.

Her vision went dizzy and blank. She lay back on the bed and curled up, thinking about Alyssa.

What should she do? If she died, even if Alyssa only lived one more day than her, how much more torture would she suffer?

The discussion of the two servants outside the door came in.

"What a pity. A four-year-old girl became mute."

"She is so naughty and fell off the stage. I guess she was scared silly. Dr. Wilson checked her and said that she broke her brain and would never speak. Maybe she would become a fool."

"Who is to blame? It's her own fault. She is the child of the woman inside and an unknown man. Now she suffers from leukemia and

has become a mute and a fool. What a pity."

"Mr. Mullen is still benevolent. He is afraid that she would not be able to stand it, so he prevented the girl from visiting her mother." Deborah's expression suddenly changed. She grabbed the edge of the bed and got out of bed in a hurry. She lost her strength and rolled off the bed.

She could not care about the pain. She staggered up and walked to the door to open it.

The two servants who were discussing outside immediately stopped talking when they saw Deborah come out.

Deborah asked, "What did you say?"

The two servants looked at each other in panic, turned around, and went downstairs.

Deborah ran over unsteadily, her mind filled with the words she had just heard, "fall off the stage", "mute", and "fool". How was that possible?

Alyssa was so smart, much more obedient and sensible than children of her age. How could she become a fool?

She had such a good voice and dreamed of standing on the stage and singing when she grew up, and she was even chosen by a talent scout How could she become mute? No, it was impossible! Impossible!

Deborah's ears were filled with buzzing sounds as she grabbed the handrail of the stairs in a daze and walked downstairs.

When the servants saw her like this, they all avoided her as if they were avoiding a plague.

Deborah went down to the second floor and saw that at the end of the corridor, Ashton had his back facing her as he walked around the corner toward the study.

She clenched her fists tightly and walked over.

Her pace was much slower than Ashton's. By the time she reached the outside of the study, Ashton had already entered.

The door was closed, but it was not locked.

Deborah reached out and opened the door.

Ashton thought that it was a servant who had come in and did not even raise his head.

When he saw Deborah walk up to him, he immediately revealed a disgusted expression. "Who allowed you to come in? Get out!" Deborah walked over step by step and said with a trembling voice, "Is Alyssa hurt from the fall and mute? Does she become a fool?" Ashton's eyes flashed with a trace of guilt. He quickly said unhappily. "She asked for it. She broke her brain because she was too playful."

Deborah approached him and smiled sadly. "Ashton, whether you are a husband or a father, you are not worthy!" Ashton said coldly, "I said, she fell on her own."

Deborah put her hand behind her back and grabbed a fruit knife from the tea table when she just came in.

When she had just grabbed it, Ashton was sitting in front of his desk and working, not even looking at her.

Her hand was gripping the knife tightly and trembling with all her might.

Then she suddenly took out the knife and used all her strength to stab Ashton's heart.

The study was very warm, and Ashton was wearing a thin white shirt.

The sharp tip of the blade pierced in, and the blood that gushed out quickly dyed a large part of his shirt red.

There was only endless hatred in Deborah's voice. "Go to hell!"