Torn Between Love and Hate novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177 An Incurable Disease 

Deborah stood outside the door, suddenly feeling as if she had misheard.

Rebecca cried out, demanding to know why Ashton was coughing up blood.

Can Ashton cough up blood?

However, it wasn’t long before Deborah thought of something.

A few days ago, she was kidnapped by Chandler’s people and has been hospitalized for recovery since then.

Evelyn came over to accompany her, saying that she saw Ashton vomiting blood in the hallway outside.

At that moment, Deborah laughed, saying that her eyes were playing tricks on her.

So, it turns out to be true.

Ashton, do you believe in karma?

Deborah paused in the middle of typing a text message on her phone. Through the cr*ck in the door, she glanced into the bedroom next to

her.

The door suddenly swung open, and Ashton, leaning against the wall, walked out from inside.

His face was pale and distressed, with dark red blood still smeared at the corner of his mouth, not yet wiped clean.

The person who used to be meticulous from head to toe now has disheveled hair, a misbuttoned coat, and a dark stain on the collar, which

is likely blood.

He seemed a bit more awake and was eager to go downstairs and leave.

As he passed by Deborah, he quickly glanced at her and subconsciously raised his hand in a hurry, wiping the bloodstain from the corner

of his mouth carelessly.

Rebecca caught up to him, somewhat angrily, and grabbed his arm from behind. “What do you mean? I’m asking you, why did you cough

up blood?”

Ashton stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at her coldly, “I didn’t cough up blood. Ms. Moxley. Mind your own business.”

Rebecca angrily grabbed him and said, “Do you think I’m blind? If you don’t explain yourself today, don’t even think about leaving!”

Deborah silently turned around and went back to Alyssa’s bedroom.

As the door was about to close, Ashton forcefully and irritably flung Rebecca’s hand away.

He hurriedly rushed downstairs, as if desperately trying to escape some kind of flood or ferocious beast.

It’s hard to tell whether they were in a hurry to avoid Rebecca or to steer clear of Deborah.

Rebecca stumbled back a few steps after being pushed away by him. By the time she regained her balance and tried to chase after him.

Ashton had already left.

He had sent a message to Jett a while ago, and as he stepped outside, Jeff’s car just happened to be driving up.

Rebecca hurriedly followed, watching as his car sped away..

Rebecca, furious, kicked the pillar outside the door. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that Ashton’s recent coughing

must be a sign of a more serious illness than she had initially thought.

Deborah returned to Alyssa’s bedroom, intending to continue sleeping, when a knocking sound came from outside.

Soon, Rebecca’s voice came through. “Deborah, can you come out for a moment? I have something to talk to you about.”

Deborah didn’t want to talk to her, let alone listen to her complaints. Pretending not to hear, she took off her shoes and went to bed to

sleep.

The knocking on the door outside only grew more intense, each knock heavier than the last.

Alyssa was lying in bed, frowning in her sleep. She mumbled. “Mommy, who is it?”

Alyssa has to attend classes and perform on weekdays. It is only during the days leading up to Christmas that she can finally take a good

Deborah had no interest in continuing to listen to the sounds outside, so she went to bed and fell asleep.

Back when Deborah was in love with Ashton, she would always be worried whenever Ashton caught a cold and coughed.

Sometimes, when she saw his stubborn nature and how he was beaten by Hector, she would shed tears of heartache late into the night.

I heard that he lost both of his parents as soon as he came of age, and was forced to take over the Mullen Group all by himself. Whenever Deborah thought about how difficult those times must have been for him, her heart ached unbearably.

But now, she found that when it came to anything about him, no matter how big or serious, she seemed to have become indifferent.

Outside, Rebecca was still on the phone, while Rodger’s voice could be heard from the other side, speaking quite rudely.

“Ms. Moxley, you don’t need to keep wasting your time on Ashton. He’s not interested in you, and you should know that.”

Wherever Rebecca loses as she was not really lacking anything.

She only lost because her name wasn’t Deborah; she wasn’t Deborah.

Rebecca said coldly. “If you really won’t tell me, I’ll find out for myself. I’ll definitely be able to figure it out.”

Over there. Rodger sneered, “What, if he has a terminal illness, can you save him by finding out?”

Rebecca fell silent, her face looking quite awful.

After a while, she spoke again. “Even if it’s an incurable disease, I’m sure I can save him.”

Rodger laughed sarcastically, “So Ms. Moxley is even more formidable than a demon itself. Alright, I’ll give you the results. Let’s see how

capable you really are.”

After finishing speaking, they hung up the phone.

Soon, Rodger sent Rebecca a few photos.

Here is Ashton’s detailed diagnostic report.

It seemed as if Rodger was worried that Rebecca might not understand, so on the first photo, he handwrote a few large words: [Lung malignant tumor, late-stage lung cancer.]