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Torn Between Love and Hate novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208 As You Wish 

To put it briefly, Joseph spoke up and explained.

Originally, I didn’t have solid evidence for the things Chandler was involved in. However, he couldn’t keep his cool and stole the company’s confidential documents and funds to make a deal with Ashton.

Ashton refused, so Chandler took the initiative to record a message himself, admitting that he had stolen the confidential files. He said that if the matter were exposed, it would have nothing to do with Ashton, and the same goes for the misappropriation of funds.

Deborah barely understood, “So Ashton gave you those recordings?”

Joseph responded, “That’s pretty much it. The recording was made voluntarily by Chandler, so it wasn’t obtained secretly, and therefore it can be used as court evidence.”

It turns out that he confessed to all his crimes. With the evidence I had collected earlier, the lawyer estimates that his

sentence will be at least seven years.

Although it’s not a life sentence, after serving seven years in prison, by the time Chandler gets out, he won’t have the ability to do much anymore.

Gerald felt a bit reluctant, but Robert had always been a strict person. Chandler had aimed his schemes at the Black Group, and Robert couldn’t tolerate it.

Robert spoke up, saying that no one was allowed to plead on Chandler’s behalf. He believed that one should face the consequences of their own actions.

Gerald had no choice but to accept the situation and didn’t say anything more.

Chandler’s situation had more or less come to a conclusion, and Joseph’s tone had become much more relaxed.

After discussing everything that had happened, he sighed and remarked, “But, speaking of which, Ashton has indeed changed quite a bit now.

One thing at a time. His past behavior was indeed infuriating, but the changes he’s made now are truly evident for all

to see.”

At least if it were the old Ashton, when faced with Joseph, a competitor in both business and personal life, all he could probably think of was how to put Joseph in a life-threatening situation.

In this way, grasping Chandler’s weakness and helping Joseph clear obstacles is something that could never be done.

Deborah looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the pure white snow blanketing the ground.

The tenth day of New Year has arrived, and the cold winter will soon be over. Spring is just around the corner.

Hearing that name from Joseph’s mouth again, it seemed as if there were no more ripples in her heart.

She didn’t believe it before, but now she’s convinced that a person’s heart can die.

Emotions were probably much like life itself; when disappointment accumulates and passion were exhausted, once they were gone, it was impossible for them to resurrect.

The future was full of bright prospects, and she wouldn’t look back. She no longer cared about the ashes of the past, whether they have reignited a faint glimmer or not.

After a heavy snowfall, the sky outside appeared exceptionally bright and clear.

Deborah couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander. After a moment, she said softly, “Perhaps, but whether he

changes or not, it no longer has anything to do with me.”

Joseph smiled. “Of course, you have me now.”

Deborah laughed softly, and as she laughed, her mind was filled with memories of those scenes from years ago.

That Deborah, kneeling outside Flora Villa, that Deborah, crying and begging Ashton to believe her.

Deborah shivered from the cold, persisting with the last bit of her strength, as she continued to explain painstakingly.

“Ashton, believe me, Alyssa really is our daughter.”

“Ashton, I never hurt Helen, I really didn’t.”

“Please save Alyssa, and look at me, we are husband and wife.”

And then, the man kicked her in the chest, sending her sprawling into the thick snow.

He said, “Deborah, you can forget about that idea.”

He also said, “I dream of the day when both you and that illegitimate child die.”

As you wished, Ashton, the past Deborah and Alyssa are both dead.

It took Deborah a long time to gather her thoughts, and she suddenly remembered those events from many years ago. Even now, they seemed like a mere illusion.

It was like a ridiculous, absurd dream that she had created herself.

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