Torn Between Love and Hate novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191 A Pleasant Surprise 

Instead of going directly to Moxley Manor, Deborah first visited Lydia’s graveyard. 

The car pulled up outside the cemetery, with Evelyn waiting in the driver’s seat. Meanwhile, Deborah led Alyssa into the graveyard. 

On a morning like New Year’s Eve, the sky was filled with heavy snowfall, and the cold air was piercing to the bone. 

There wasn’t a single person in sight throughout the entire cemetery. Deborah walked on the snow-covered ground, with Alyssa obediently following closely behind her. 

Upon arriving at the cemetery, Deborah paused for a moment, noticing a large bouquet of white chrysanthemums placed in front of the tombstone. 

In such heavy snow, a paper card with a mourning message written on it, placed on the flowers, has yet to be completely soaked by the melting snow. 

It’s clear that the flowers were placed here not long ago. 

In her lifetime, Lydia didn’t have many serious friends. 

Just a few of her usual card-playing friends, who didn’t even bother to come and see her at her funeral after she passed away. 

Not to mention, even after three years, those people would still come to pay tribute to her with flowers. 

So, who could have brought this flower? 

Deborah immediately turned around and looked around carefully. 

But everywhere was cold and deserted, not at all like someone had been here before. 

Deborah picked up the card attached to the flowers and examined it, but there was no information left by the person who had offered them. 

Not far away, there was a cemetery worker clearing the accumulated snow. He appeared to be a man in his fifties or 

sixties. 

Deborah felt a bit strange, and when the man approached, she asked, “Hello, has anyone been here at the cemetery recently?” 

The man was busy sweeping the accumulated snow when he heard her words. He looked up at her with a surprised. expression on his face. 

“A young man used to come here quite often, but he left not too long ago. He used to visit almost every day, but recently, he hasn’t been coming as much.” 

Deborah asked, “Every day?” 

What man would come to pay tribute to Lydia now that Devon is in prison? 

It would be even stranger if they came every day. 

The man nodded, “It’s been several years, and it seems to have always been like this. Every day, either early in the morning or in the evening, he comes by, always bringing a bouquet of flowers. 

In the past six months, they haven’t been coming as often, but still visit every now and then. That person seems to have a worse complexion, as if they’re sick.” 

It’s truly rare to see someone visit the cemetery so frequently, which inevitably leaves a strong impression on people. 

At first, Deborah thought it might be Joseph, but then she realized it was quite unlikely. 

For the past three years, Joseph has been living with her in Oceanview City. 

Joseph can’t possibly fly to Richmond every day, coming from such a faraway place. 

Upon hearing the man’s words, Deborah already had the answer in her heart. 

The man spoke up again, “Miss, if you know that person, you should try to persuade him. The deceased is already gone, but it’s important for the living to take good care of their own bodies.” 

Deborah didn’t say much. She bent down to pick up the bouquet of chrysanthemums and saw the man pushing the garbage truck towards her. She then thought about throwing the chrysanthemums into the garbage truck 

“Could you please do me a favor and throw away this flower?” 

The man immediately looked puzzled and stopped her, “This was just brought here, why do you want to throw it away so soon? It’s better to leave it for the deceased for a while longer. Don’t throw it away yet, please don’t.” 

Alyssa stood to the side, her expression somewhat desolate. 

Deborah held the flowers tightly in her palm for a moment, but eventually decided to place them back in front of the 

grave. 

Ashton, what right do you have to come here every day? 

Originally, she wanted to come and chat with Lydia, but now, seeing that bouquet of flowers, she just didn’t feel like it 

anymore. 

After a while, Deborah left with Alyssa. 

Once outside the cemetery, Evelyn got in the car and drove away. 

Not far from the corner ahead, a black Maybach was parked there. 

Ashton’s face turned pale as he sat in the back seat of the car, watching them leave. 

He remained silent for a long time, and it was only after a while that Jeff in front of him spoke up. “Mr. Mullen, maybe you shouldn’t make this trip again in the future.” 

Ashton’s gaze returned, “Hmm, I won’t come again in the future.” 

He didn’t deserve to be here in the first place. Now that Deborah has returned to Richmond, she’s remembered everything, and there’s no chance for him to come back. 

After leaving the cemetery, Deborah and her companions went straight to Moxley Manor. 

The trunk of the car was filled with New Year goods, all handpicked by Evelyn as gifts for the Moxley family. 

Deborah has never been good at choosing these things, so Evelyn enthusiastically volunteered, saying she would help 

with the selection. 

Deborah didn’t be polite and handed her card to the woman, asking her to pick something for her. 

Evelyn grinned as she brought in the items, not mentioning that Joseph had actually handpicked each and every one 

of them himself. 

Taking into account the preferences of each member of the Moxley family, a suitable and desirable item was chosen 

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for everyone. 

When it comes to Deborah’s matters, Joseph always cares more than he does about his own affairs. 

Of course, among so many gifts, there was one that was not given much thought. 

That piece for Adrian was quite perfunctory. 

Deborah had no idea what was inside the exquisitely wrapped gift box she was holding. 

Looking at the elegant grey and white packaging, she wondered if it contained a tie or a shirt. 

The Moxley family warmly welcomed them with laughter and smiles, and Adrian eagerly volunteered to help distribute 

the gifts. 

Other gifts can be more or less discerned, revealing what’s inside. 

As for Adrian’s package, it was wrapped tightly and securely, giving off an air of mystery. One couldn’t make out even the slightest hint of what was inside.