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