Torn Between Love and Hate
save the bastard you gave birth to?
he chin of the woman in front of him with hi
ot seen for many years, it was cold a
dark. Under the streetlights outside Flora Villa, Deborah She
d with snow. The freezing cold wind blew on her face like cut
or a full five hours and finall
d and noble face. The familiar facial features
e struggled to speak. Her voice was hoarse and desperate.
h is the best proof. I beg you, please save her. Otherwise,
ieve it?" Ashton sneered. He lifted his foot
s of the ice and snow on the ground when she fell to the ground
d then she felt the blood
med to fall apart the moment she fell to the groun
the hospital, Deborah forced herself to explain, "Ashton, f
nly choked, and she was
and tightened around her neck. He lea
hatred. "You still have the face to menti
strangled, and she could not make a sound
ied to explain too many times. She knew
t and looked at Deborah's face, which h
ve your bastard. I've been dreaming of the day you die wit
painful voice, but there was no wa
in the evening was too strong, causin
lse could
hter, Deborah, was shameless and kept pestering Ashton. She racked her brai
was irrefu
f and carefully wiped the hand th
ever let me see you a
d to get up. She had just propped up the groun
even harder. She was in so much
felt that her knees and body were cold and pain
swallowed a mouthful of blood in her mouth. She did
rang. It was f
daughter has a high fever again and has a serious nosebleed. She is in a rath