Torn Between Love and Hate novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184 Bloodstains on the Bed 

The housekeeper responded, “Ms. Shepherd, I just saw Ms. Moxley leave with Alyssa in the car.”

Deborah’s face darkened, “Where did they drive out from? Weren’t they going to the backyard?”

Upon seeing Deborah’s appearance, the housekeeper also became a bit flustered.

“They walked down the hallway to the front yard, and then drove away from there.”

He just walked straight ahead, not seeming to deliberately avoid anyone.

Over the past three years, it wasn’t just once or twice that Alyssa had gone out with Rebecca.

Of course, the housekeeper wouldn’t create trouble for no reason, and even went forward to stop and inquire further.

Deborah thought about what Rebecca had said not long ago, mentioning that if Deborah didn’t agree to donate bone marrow to Alyssa, she would go and talk to Alyssa herself.

Alyssa is well-behaved and said if she listens to Deborah, she will definitely listen to Deborah.

If Rebecca were to take her away directly and force her to donate, after all, she is just a seven or eight-year-old child with little ability to

resist.

Deborah’s legs were getting weak from the anxiety, as she hurriedly rushed to the front yard.

In the front yard, several cars belonging to the Moxley family were parked. It was then that she realized she didn’t even have a car of her.

own.

She had been living in Oceanview City for the past few years, and her car was left there as well.

Even if she could borrow a car from the Moxley family right now, she still wasn’t sure where Rebecca had taken Alyssa.

There are plenty of hospitals in Richmond, but it’s not certain that they went to one.

I tried calling Rebecca and Ashton, but no one answered.

Deborah’s mind had turned to mush.

The more anxious she became, the harder it was for her to calm down.

Cold sweat dripped down my forehead, and a buzzing noise filled my head.

She suddenly remembered that Joseph was still here.

He probably wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye to her.

Just now, she saw that there were stairs in the backyard leading to the upper floor.

In the midst of chaos, Deborah finally found some clarity.

Rushing back upstairs, she couldn’t care about anything else right now. She went straight to the bedrooms, pushing open the doors one

by one.

Upon opening the door to the third bedroom, Adrian’s voice could be heard, speaking while catching his breath.

“I’ve been overexerting myself while filming these past few days, which has weakened my body. Next time we have a match, I’ll definitely knock you down!”

Deborah looked Inside and saw Adrian sprawled on the bed, his face bruised and swollen, a sight too dreadful to behold.

Joseph sat on the couch, his face bruised, glaring at the tired person lying on the bed.

“Mr. Moxley, before you try to compete with me next time, know your place.”

Adrian, furious, struggled to get up, only managing to sit halfway before he plopped back onto the bed.

He wasn’t familiar with Joseph, so he really didn’t expect that this seemingly gentle and weak man could be so ruthless when taking

action.

His arm was dislocated, and now his leg was almost immobile, not knowing if it was broken or not.

If he became disabled and had to sit in a wheelchair, would Deborah look down on him even more?

Evelyn was inside, holding Adrian’s brown coat in her hands.

When will there be a man who would fight for her like this? It’s truly thrilling to watch.

Her eyes sparkled, and Adrian thought she was about to cry, looking at her with disdain.

“Why are you still here? Go on, get out. Throw the clothes in your hand into the trash can; I don’t want anything that others have touched. Let me be frank with you, I’ve seen many women like you, hopelessly infatuated and daydreaming. It’s just a waste of time-”

Before he could finish speaking. Joseph, who was sitting on the couch, suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice, “What’s the matter?” Adrian hadn’t noticed the person standing at the door yet. Upon hearing them, he became irritated and said, “What’s the matter? Let me tell you, my injury is nothing to worry about. I just didn’t want to fight with you.”

Deborah stood at the door, eager to speak.

But as she ran all the way up, she found herself gasping for breath.

The more anxious I became, the more it felt like my throat was stuffed with cotton. I opened my mouth several times, but couldn’t manage

to speak.