Torn Between Love and Hate novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212 I Don’t Want To 

Without hesitation, Ashton took his phone and walked over step by step..

Chandler aimed the gun at hdim, thought for a moment, and then switched to pointing it at Deborah.

As Ashton approached, Chandler finally saw the video content on his phone clearly.

The person above was indeed Jane. Chandler’s pupils constricted, and he tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.

His attention shifted slightly to the phone screen, discerning the authenticity of that video.

Soon, he realized that something was amiss.

Indeed, Jane was Jane, but the place she found herself in seemed very familiar.

Upon closer inspection, Chandler realized, wasn’t this Black Manor?

Chandler frowned. “Ashton, I knew it…”

Before he could finish speaking, Ashton suddenly dropped his phone and lunged forward.

Chandler completely lost control, pointing the gun at the kneeling Deborah and fired without hesitation.

Ashton lunged forward, trying to sna tch the gun from his grasp.

But it was already too late, the bullet had left the chamber, speeding through the air.

Chandler aimed the gun at Deborah’s head, but Ashton quickly stepped in front of her. Chandler’s hand trembled, and the bullet hit Ashton’s thigh.

Blood gushed from the thigh wound in an instant. Ashton dropped to one knee and swiftly grabbed Chandler’s wrist

with his free hand.

Chandler roared like an enraged lion, his throat bellowing with fury as he desperately fired his gun again.

Two bullets in a row hit Ashton’s arm and the side of his lower abdomen.

Ashton couldn’t hide; Deborah was right behind him.

Deborah was bound hand and foot, lying on the ground, unable to move..

He dodged, and the bullet would hit her.

Brandon hurried forward to help, but after taking just two steps, his legs trembled with fear, causing him to slip and

fall on the snow.

Chandler grifed his teeth and cursed angrily, “You useless piece of trash!”

Brandon shakily got up and reached out to grab Deborah, intending to push her off the cliff.

With a swift and powerful motion, Ashton, who hadn’t been hit by a bullet, sna tched the gun from Chandler’s hand

using his uninjured arm.

He grabbed the wheelchair armrest and gave it a fierce push. In an instant, Chandler was like a stone being thrown away, falling off the cliff along with the wheelchair.

Below the cliff, his screams quickly faded away, vanishing without a trace.

Ashton didn’t bother with the person who fell, quickly turning around and firing a shot at Brandon’s head.

Before Brandon could even process what was happening, his body suddenly jolted, and he fell down together with

Chandler.

And just like that, the two people disappeared without a trace.

Only a large pool of strikingly red blood on the snowy ground served as evidence of everything that had just

transpired.

The police, hiding not far away, quickly rushed over upon hearing the gunshots.

Ashton was still kneeling on one knee, his eyes a deep red as he watched the two people fall.

In the blink of an eye, everything fell into a silence as deep as death.

His body was extremely tense, as he stared at the deep cliff before him and the faintly visible sea below.

It wasn’t until the hurried footsteps of the police approached that he snapped back to reality, slowly turning his gaze

towards Deborah.

Blood stained Deborah’s face, her complexion as pale as the snow. Her eyes were hollow and lifeless, unblinkingly staring at him.

It wasn’t until their eyes met that she snapped out of her trance-like state, letting out a scream of terror.