Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 74 You Can Do Whatever You Want

This obvious sarcasm made Helen tremble with anger.

She realized something and looked at Jeff angrily. "This bedroom has become like this, and I think you did it on purpose, right?"

Jeff sneered. "Ms. Bauer, what are you talking about? Do you really think that I deliberately made the bedroom dirty and messy to make your living uncomfortable?"

Nina was Helen's people. Even though she was a just maid, she thought she was superior to others.

Looking at this messy room, let alone Helen even Nina couldn't accept it.

Nina said angrily, "Mr. Mullen is still at home. Jeff, if you bully people like this, aren't you afraid that I will tell Mr. Mullen?"

Jeff smiled. Please go ahead.*

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

He wished that Helen would go to Ashton to complaint now. At this time, Ashton was feeling extremely depressed and suffering

because of Alyssa.

If Helen went to bother him at this time, she would be in the eye of the storm.

Even if she was on the right side, she would definitely not get a good result.

Nina was so angry that she wanted to find Ashton, but Helen stopped Nina with her hand. "That's enough. Let it go this time."

Nina had no choice but to give up.

Flora Villa's maids were all discerning. When they saw Helen's situation, there was no one to help her clean up.

Nina was busy cleaning with water and towels, so Helen had no choice but to push the wheelchair into the messy bedroom herself.

As soon as she entered, her phone rang.

Helen took it out and saw that it was Joseph calling.

It never rained but it poured.

As soon as she answered the call, Joseph said with a bad tone, 'Ms. Bauer, where is the document I want?"

Helen had something in Joseph's hands, so no matter how angry she was now, she could only hold back and say in a low voice, "Mr. Black, something happened to me. It's really..." Joseph interrupted her impatiently. "Whether something happened to you or not, it has nothing to do with me. Where is the

document?"

Helen could only bite the bullet and say truthfully, "I haven't got it yet. I really can't do anything these days. Can I wait until next

month?"

Joseph's tone was non-negotiable. "I won't continue to waste my time with you. Before tomorrow night, either I see what I want, or you see your love affair making headlines." Helen was so angry that she almost couldn't catch her breath, but there was nothing she could do.

"I tried it. One time, Ashton bumped into me when I took the file out of the study."

There was silence for a while. Helen thought that Joseph had softened his heart and planned to accommodate.

The next moment, he said, "Are you stu pid? Who told you to take out the file?"

Helen didn't understand him for a moment. "What do you mean? Don't you want the documents?"

There was a little pity in the tone. "I said I wanted to see the documents, but I didn't say I wanted to get the originals. When Ashton is

not in the study, bring a cup of coffee in, open the camera of your phone, take pictures of the documents, and send them to me.

*If he bumps into you again, tell him that you are just there to bring him coffee, and come out without seeing him. Do you

understand?"

Helen was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood. "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Joseph sat on the couch in the living room and hung up the phone directly.

He glanced sideways at Shawn and couldn't help saying, "What kind of taste does Ashton have? For a woman like this, do you think she can even wipe the floor of your house?" When Joseph called Helen, he turned on the speakerphone directly.

Shawn shook his head sincerely. "Nope."

Joseph pressed the center of his brows because of a headache and asked after a while, "How is Deborah? Has she got into the

Mullen Group yet?"

Shawn returned to his serious look and replied, "Not yet."

Joseph leaned back, and when he closed his eyes, there were those messy things on his mind.

His mother died, but Wayne was still alive, and everyone in the Mullen family was still alive.

His voice sounded exhausted. "Where is that kid from abroad? What's the situation now?"

Shawn responded, "The plastic surgery has just been done. It will take at least a month for the stitches to be removed, and the traces

to disappear. By then, there will be no difference between her and Deborah's daughter."

Shawn sighed, thinking that child was quite pitiful. Because of an accident, her face was severely disfigured.

Her family couldn't afford the cost of plastic surgery and follow-up medical treatment, so they asked for help everywhere.

Joseph gave them the money, but not in vain.

There was a condition. They should perform the plastic surgery according to Alyssa's look.

In the bedroom in Flora Villa.

It was already the next morning, and the people sent by Ashton had already found Ernest and brought him here.

Ashton asked someone to bring him directly to Alyssa's bedroom and insisted on asking Deborah to watch him without any

explanation.

Ernest was so frightened that his face turned pale. Ashton looked down at him with uncertain emotions.

Deborah was sitting by the side, lacking in interest.

She knew that Ashton was going to attack Ernest just to make himself feel less guilty.

Alyssa was dead, and there must be someone to take the blame.

For such a selfish person as Ashton, he would not be willing to take the blame, so he could only bring someone along.

Ashton rubbed the blade with his thumb, and he didn't even know where he got this scalpel.

The blade was glowing with a cold light, and just looking at it made people shudder.

He looked sideways at Deborah. "How about you do it yourself? You must hate him even more. You can do whatever you want." Deborah looked at him with that kind of joking look again, and her voice was indifferent. "I hate you even more, and I want-le-de- something to you even more. How about you let me do whatever I want to you?"

Ashton handed her the scalpel in his hand. "Okay. Do it."

Jeff's face darkened, and he immediately stepped forward to stop them.

Ashton glanced at Jeff. "No one is allowed to come over."

Deborah was reluctant to do it, and Ashton knew it best.

Deborah took the scalpel neatly, stood up and walked in front of him.

She held a scalpel in one hand and stretched out the other hand to Ashton's neck. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she slowly groped

his neck with her fingertips.

Ashton was addicted to the feeling of her touching him and even felt that she was seducing him.

Nineteen-year-old Deborah would seduce him and climb into his bed.

She loved him to death.

Deborah's hand rested on his neck, sliding. Ashton couldn't help it and unconsciously wanted to close his eyes.

But when he raised his eyes, what he saw was the raging hatred and murderous intent in Deborah's eyes.

Her hand was on his neck, and when she touched the throbbing artery, her hand stopped moving.

She smiled lowly. "You agreed, so don't run."

The scalpel in her hand stabbed towards him suddenly, and the hand on his neck quickly moved away

The point of her scalpel didn't deviate at all. Without the slightest hesitation, she stabbed hard at the position she had just found.

At that moment, Ashton had the taste of death approaching.

He didn't want to but had to admit that Deborah really wanted to and would really kill him.

At that moment, he suddenly turned his head away.

Deborah's eyes were red, and seeing him move suddenly, she desperately wanted to hold his head down.

Ashton didn't dare to try her anymore, and he didn't need to try again. He knew he lost the bet

He used to have the most chance to win, but he lost this time.

Ashton reached out and strangled the wrist of Deborah's scalpel holding hand.

Deborah struggled like crazy with her eyes wide open and wanted to withdraw her hand. "Why did you move? Ashton, be a man! Don't move. Why did you move? You should have died a long time ago!" Ashton's face turned paler, took the scalpel from Deborah's hand, and threw it on the ground.

He forcefully pressed Deborah, who was struggling desperately, into his arms.

Deborah's eyes were filled with dissatisfaction, and she roared like a trapped animal.

Ashton held her tightly, and she struggled fiercely.

His eyes couldn't help turning red. "Don't do this.