Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 58

Chapter 58 The Unknown Face

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this. Her life is over. What’s the difference between being alive or dead?

wont believe it. I report it to the police and investigate it thoroughly I won’t let Deborah go

Ashton looked at her and his voice became enlder, “Mrs Bauer, are you doubting me?”

Devon felt uneasy, knowing he couldn’t alter what had happened to Helen

The Bauer family still had to carry on, so he stepped forward to comfort Kinsley, “Calm down, Ashton

cares deeply about Helen and would not speak against her Since he has said it like this, the situation

must be true”

Kinsley’s face was full of sorrow and anger. She looked incredulously at Devon, “Even you are saying

this, even you are not standing up for our daughter?

“Fine, ITI go to the police myself, Ill seek justice for my daughter! No one can make my daughter suffer

such injustice, not even the Mullen family!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Devon’s face darkened and he slapped her across the face

“That’s enough. Aren’t you embarrassed enough to make a scene in front of so many people? What

distinguishes you, the dignified Mrs. Bauer, from an unreasonable shrew?”

Kinsley was taken aback, and half of her face burned with pain.

Her body trembled and she suddenly rushed towards the wall next to her and slammed into it fiercely.

“This is unfair, I might as well die with my daughter!”

Devon struggled in his mind for a moment, but ultimately decided not to intervene.

Kinsley had truly hit rock bottom. There was a loud “bang” as her body fell to the ground, blood

streaming down her forehead.

Another commotion quickly erupted in the hallway as medical staff pushed a stretcher carrying the

unconscious Kinsley towards the

emergency room.

With a dark expression, Ashton dragged Deborah along with him as they hurried towards the

emergency room.

Deborah’s laughter didn’t stop, and when she saw Kinsley attempt suicide and pass out, being rushed

to the emergency room, her

laughter became even louder and more reckless.

Ashton gritted his teeth and spoke with an angry tone, “Deborah, I told you to shut up.”

Deborah was laughing so hard that she was gasping for breath. “Aren’t you tired, Ashton? You act like

an executioner and then try to

play the good guy. Why can’t you just send me to jail, considering I almost killed Helen?”

Ashton grabbed Deborah’s arm and shook with anger.

“Jail is too easy for you, Deborah. I want you to spend the rest of your life making it up to Helen every

day!”

The sound of Helen’s painful and helpless crying could be clearly heard from the hospital room.

Deborah continued to laugh maniacally and said, “Listen, you made Helen cry so much that she

jumped off the roof, but you claimed she did it on her own.”

Ashton dragged Deborah as they walked towards Joseph.

To get to th .rgency room, they had to pass by Joseph’s side and then go to the other side of the

hallway.

Joseph only saw Deborah’s face clearly at this point, with her intense and reckless laughter

Joseph was stunned for a moment, thinking he must have been mistaken

At this point, her beloved daughter had died, and she had also been charged with attempted murder.

He thought she would at least. cry, how could she still be laughing?

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ing he had only seen Deborah two or three times. The first time was at the Mauve Club, where he

carried her away and spent Iwith her in a hotel room

next moming she thought he had slept with her, and with a look of grief and resentment, she smashed

something against him,

The second time they met, he found her on a snowy, rainy street and took her back to his villa, where

they spent another night together.

Both times he saw her, she was crying, helpless and desperate.

But now she was laughing, and he had never seen her laugh before. She was laughing so joyfully that

it seemed like Alyssa wasn’t the

one who had died, but rather it was Ashton and Helen.

Joseph was captivated by the spectacle before him and found himself momentarily distracted when he

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Recently, Joseph had been plagued by nightmares in which his mother was burned to a blackened

crisp Sometimes, he dreamed of a young, innocent face that would follow him, laughing.

But whenever he turned around, the face would change into that of a stranger.

He didn’t recognize this person from his memories

As Deborah passed by him, laughing. Joseph felt the unknown face and Deborah’s smiling face merge

together.

Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed her arm in front of everyone in the corridor.

Ashton was infuriated, thinking that Joseph was enjoying the drama, but he was taken aback when

Joseph touched Deborah.

His face turned black with rage as he exclaimed, “Let go of her arm!” The Smell of Blood

Joseph was briefly distracted, but quickly regained his composure and let go of Deborah’s hand

Ashton was still glaring at him with anger, and Joseph felt like his recent hostility and suspicion towards

him had only increased.

But he knew he couldn’t apologize or explain himself

He chuckled and said. “We’ve already slept together, what’s wring with touching her army?”

Ashton was successfully provoked and lost control, forgetting about Kinsley who was being taken to the

emergency room. He reached out to grab Joseph’s hand that had just touched Deborah