Love Unbreakable
A Second Chance With The CEO After Divorce
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces
Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love
Mated To Big Brother-in-law
When Love Comes Late
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
"You want me to donate my marrow to save the bastard you gave birth to? Deborah, don't even think about it."
On a dusky night, Ashton Mullen lifted the chin of the woman in front of him with his foot, his eyes full of disgust and sarcasm.
In heavy snow that Richmond had not seen for many years, it was cold and lifeless, and snow was everywhere.
At five or six o'clock in the evening, the sky was already dark. Under the streetlights outside Flora Villa, Deborah Shepherd's face was as pale as paper, and her lips were pale too.
Deborah knelt on the ground, her hair and eyebrows covered with snow. The freezing cold wind blew on her face like cutting from sharp knives. She blacked out and almost fell down.
Deborah knelt in the snow for a full five hours and finally waited for Ashton to come out.
When Deborah looked up, she only saw a cold and noble face. The familiar facial features carried a strange and ruthless determination.
Deborah knelt on the ground and begged desperately. She struggled to speak. Her voice was hoarse and desperate. "Ashton, Alyssa is really your daughter. Please believe me.
"The doctor has checked. Your marrow matched hers, which is the best proof. I beg you, please save her. Otherwise, with leukemia, her life won't last more than three months."
"Check? Deborah, do you think I will believe it?" Ashton sneered. He lifted his foot under her chin and kicked her in the chest.
Deborah suddenly felt a dull pain, coupled with the coldness of the ice and snow on the ground when she fell to the ground. Deborah heard the muffled sound of her head hitting the ground.
Her body trembled, and then she felt the blood rushing from her throat.
Her teeth trembled with pain, and her body seemed to fall apart the moment she fell to the ground, but she still held on and didn't make any sound.
Thinking of her daughter, Alyssa, who was still lying in the hospital, Deborah forced herself to explain, "Ashton, five years ago, that night, I lay on your bed because I was..."
Her throat was suddenly choked, and she was forced to stop abruptly.
Ashton's eyes were red, and his hand tightened around her neck. He leaned over and suddenly approached her.
His voice could not hide the surging hatred. "You still have the face to mention what happened back then? How dare you!"