Torn Between Love and Hate novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Death Approaches 

Deborah looked at him blankly. She found it harder and harder to understand what Ashlon wanted her to do. 

The man sitting on the sofa was a little impatient. “I will give you three minutes to clean up the floor with your hands. After three minutes, the remaining glass fragments will be the number of fingers that he, Zayne, will be cut.” 

Deborah’s body trembled violently. Ashton said to the bodyguard beside him, “Countdown.” 

The bodyguard quickly took out his phone and started the countdown with a cold expression. 

Zayne, pressed to the ground by bodyguards, shouted excitedly, “Deborah, don’t do that! With so many broken glass shards, your hand will be crippled!” 

Ashton did not say a word. He casually placed a hand on his thigh, his slender index finger tapping silently, like a stopwatch. 

Deborah gritted her teeth and began to quickly pick up the fragments on the ground with both hands. 

She almost fell to the ground. She desperately and anxiously used the faint light of the box to pick up those fragments. 

The smashed wine bottle and the glass fragments scattered everywhere, a lot of which were under the sofa and the table. 

Sharp broken glass pieces continued to cut her fingers. Some pierced into her fingers, unable to be taken out. 

While Deborah picked them up, her fingers bled. 

Then her hands were bloody. And her blood fell to the ground. The broken pieces were dyed scarlet red. 

Zayne could no longer control his anger and hatred. Suddenly, he exerted strength and broke away from several bodyguards who were suppressing him. He grabbed a bottle of wine from the table and smashed it toward Ashton’s head. 

“You bastard, Deborah has been with you for five years!” 

Ashton’s expression could not be seen clearly in the dim light of the box. 

He quickly turned sideways and avoided the bottle. The bottle smashed on the wall behind him with a bang, and the pieces scattered 

on the sofa and the ground. 

Zayne was thrown to the ground by bodyguards, kicked, and punched. 

Ashton said to Deborah in a calm voice, “Count this bottle. Pick up these pieces, too.” 

Deborah was anxious and in pain. Her fingers were dripping with blood. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. 

She was panting heavily. She was suffering from a burning pain with the bloody smell, which was like a knife being stuffed into her 

throat. 

She seemed to be able to hear the countdown. Her fingers hurt so much that she couldn’t use any strength. She simply pressed her palms and arms on the ground and swept the fragments over. 

Half of her arms and palms had turned blood red, and there was a shocking scarlet mass in the dark. 

She didn’t have time to say a word or to groan in pain. She gritted her teeth and carefully picked up the fragments against the clock. 

She 

to Ashton’s feet like a dog to pick up those fragments under the table and the sofa. 

Ashton sat leisurely without moving. 

The fragments on the sofa were swept away by Deborah on a plate. 

Deborah was shaking all over. At this moment, other than pain and anxiety, she no longer had feelings of heartbreak and sadness. 

The bodyguards standing at the side respectfully told Ashton, “Mr. Mullen, time’s up.” 

Deborah seemed to have been scalded. She leaned close to the ground, anxiously groping with her hands. She was not sure if there 

were any missing pieces 

Ashton asked to turn on the lights. Soon, the lights in the box were turned on The dim environment was immediately lit up as if it was daytime 

Ashton saw Deborah lying on the ground with her pale face covered with cold sweat 

The ground could be seen clearly at once. Ashton signaled to the bodyguards to come over and check. Deborah noticed that there were two pieces beside his leather shoes 

Those pieces were very small but in a conspicuous place beside Ashton’s black leather shoes. 

The bodyguards walked over in a few steps. Deborah suddenly reached out quickly and eagerly to grab those two pieces. 

The plate in her hands had already been taken away by Ashton Deborah lowered her head and stuffed the two pieces into her mouth. 

Ashton noticed it and said in a cold voice, “Spit it out.” 

Deborah gritted her teeth and did not say anything. She was anxious to swallow them. 

However, her mouth was too dry. She was sweating, but her mouth and throat were so dry that it seemed like she was going to breathe 

flames. 

There was no saliva in her mouth. Thus, she failed to swallow the two pieces even though she tried hard. 

Ashton’s face darkened. He reached out and grabbed Deborah’s hair, forcing her to raise her head. Then he reached out to pry open her 

mouth. 

“I ask you to spit them out!” 

Deborah’s voice was hoarse. “Nothing. There is nothing in my mouth. I was just wiping my mouth.” 

Ashton glared at her with hatred. “Deborah, just swallow them. I will immediately get the doctor to take them out of your stomach and then kill Zayne!” 

Deborah paused in her attempt to swallow, her eyes unfocused and helpless as she looked at Ashton. 

Ashton acted violently and dug out the glass shards from her mouth. 

“Deborah, don’t play such pitiful tricks! I warned you and Zayne not to challenge my bottom line!” 

He ordered the bodyguards angrily, “Search carefully. Don’t drop a single fragment!” 

Zayne was beaten badly on the ground by Ashton’s bodyguards. He seemed to be at his last gasp. 

The bodyguards were carefully looking for glass fragments around the table. 

They searched carefully under the coffee table, under the sofa, and in the corners of the sofa. 

Deborah watched helplessly as the pieces were dug out one after another. Great fear appeared on her face. 

Bodyguards placed the pieces on the table, along with the two pieces taken out from Deborah’s mouth, together into a row. 

Ashton casually counted and then looked at Deborah. “Seven pieces. Just gather them up. Cripple one hand.” 

Zayr 

was lying on the ground, said with difficulty, “Ashton, you and Helen will die a terrible death.” 

Ashton laughed and waved to a bodyguard, “His left hand. I am very merciful, right?” 

He looked at Deborah with a smile. The light in his eyes was like a poisoned knife, making Deborah’s hair stand on end. 

Deborah begged him with a face full of despair and horror, “Dr. Gaige has nothing to do with our business. Don’t hurt him.” 

Zayne was a surgeon. If he lost one hand, he would never be able to operate. 

Ashton said helplessly, “But he scared Helen today with some tape recording, which made Helen sick.” 

Chapter 

Approaches 

9.2 

Deborah still wanted to say something, but the bodyguards beside her directly held Zayne down. The baseball bat smashed down on his left arm, making a dull and shocking sound.