Torn Between Love and Hate novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Deborah, I Want a Daughter Too 

The tip of the knife was pushed deep into Ashton’s chest. Deborah’s eyes were red 

Ashton looked down and saw blood soaking his clothes and dripping down the blade to the ground. 

Ashton didn’t know when Deborah reached for that knife He was dumbfounded 

At this moment, Ashton suddenly remembered that he once angered Hector Mullen, his grandfather, and Hector hit his back. 

The injury wasn’t serious. But that night, when Deborah sat on his bed and applied ointment to it, she was so worried that she cried. 

Deborah, who would cry over Ashton’s injury, had now personally stabbed his chest. 

Ashton felt a strange feeling. There was anger and something else 

But he didn’t know what other feelings were. 

Deborah was still holding the knife. Her hand was shaking. She desperately pushed the knife into Ashton’s chest. 

Ashton grabbed her hand that was holding the knife. She didn’t have much strength in the first place, and she had almost used it up. With a little force, Ashton pulled her hand away. 

The hatred in Deborah’s eyes was instantly replaced by fear. She felt that Ashton would seek revenge and kill her the next moment. 

Ashton ignored the wound and dragged her to the sofa. He threw Deborah onto the sofa 

Ashton held Deborah down, grabbed her hand, and forced her to hold the hilt of the knife in front of his chest. 

Ashton grabbed her hand that was clenched into a fist and suddenly pulled out the bloody knife. 

Deborah’s face turned pale. She wondered which one of them was crazy. 

As the knife was removed, the blood in his chest quickly flowed out. 

Ashton loosened his grip a little. The knife in Deborah’s hand immediately fell to the ground, making a crisp yet piercing sound. 

Ashton pressed Deborah’s hand against his chest. It stopped most of the blood. 

Some blood still flowed out from the gaps between Deborah’s fingers. It flowed down her arm and soaked the sleeve of the sweater. She could feel the warmth of the liquid on her arm. 

Ashton glared at her. The blood on his body stained Deborah’s light-colored sweater. They were both stained with blood now 

The blood all over his body made him look frightening. Ashton said fiercely, “Deborah, you are risking your neck, like you always did.” 

Deborah struggled a few times and then quit. Everything she saw was a bloody blur. 

Deborah felt like a piece of wood floating in the water. She recalled that summer when she jumped into the deep water to help Ashton. His blood sugar suddenly lowered when he was swimming. 

At that time, Deborah was floating like this 

Ashton had saved her before. That was why Deborah risked her life to save him without hesitation. 

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the dawn was breaking. 

The first ray of sunlight shone in through the window. 

Deborah was in a daze. She looked at Ashton and said softly, “Ashton, I regret saving you.” 

Ashton felt that he had misheard Deborah. And it seemed to be something important. 

Ashton leaned over and asked her, “What did you say?” 

Deborah didn’t reply. She fell asleep.. 

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Ashton stood up to take Deborah out. He looked down at her. Her clothes were untidy. Ashton reached for his coat and put it on 

Deborah. 

Ashton picked her up and walked out. 

Helen was standing at the door. When she saw it open, she subconsciously hid to the side. 

Ashton came out. Helen realized that she couldn’t avoid him. She tried to find an excuse to explain why she was here. 

However, Ashton didn’t see her at all. He directly carried Deborah out and walked in the direction of the bedroom on the other side. 

Helen was shocked to see that he and Deborah were covered in blood. 

There is so much blood. Has Deborah died? 

Helen quickly followed Ashton. 

Ashton took Deborah to his bedroom. As he threw her onto the bed, he blacked out. 

Ashton lost a lot of blood, and Deborah’s clothes were soaked. 

When Deborah woke up, the sky was already bright. 

Andrew had treated Ashton’s wound. Ashton was sitting on the side of the bed and staring at Deborah. 

When Deborah opened her eyes, she saw Ashton looking at her. His eyes were bloodshot. 

Deborah glanced at him and closed her eyes. 

Ashton said angrily. “The next time you want to die, you’d better kill your daughter first. Otherwise, your daughter will fall into my hands, and I won’t be nice to her.” 

Deborah didn’t say a word. Ashton suddenly lifted the quilt on her and pulled her up. “I am talking to you. Did you hear me?” 

Deborah coughed violently as he suddenly dragged her. 

Deborah sounded really sick. After she coughed a few times, the corner of her mouth seemed to be stained with some blood. 

Ashton looked closer. But Deborah raised her hand and wiped it off.