Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 205 Ashton the Lifesaving Straw

The noise inside was simply too loud; it was difficult for Deborah and Alyssa to not hear it.

Alyssa forgot her fear and looked up at Deborah.

She lowered her voice. "Mommy, we didn't hear something we shouldn't have, did we?"

Deborah couldn't understand what Mathias was saying.

Just now at the dinner table, Mathias mentioned something about a baby, something about many years ago, and going to a distant place.

It seemed that as soon as he spoke those words, Nora's face changed dramatically.

Cassandra became flustered and repeatedly served Mathias several dishes, urging him to eat more.

In other words, they naturally wanted him to shut up.

Deborah had a hunch that there must be more to the story.

And now, Alyssa might be right; they probably heard something they shouldn't have.

Deborah instinctively grabbed Alyssa's hand and quickly walked away.

It was not her place to meddle in other people's affairs.

Wading through muddy waters, she and Alyssa might end up in trouble if things go wrong.

Inside, Mathias' unrestrained voice could be heard once again.

"Why are you stopping me? Can't I speak my mind? What, just because that woman looks like Nora, you're scared? What are the odds of such a coincidence happening? You're just being a worrywart..." The conversation that followed was likely intercepted by Cassandra, as Deborah didn't hear anything more.

Deborah immediately took Alyssa back to the bedroom.

In another bedroom, the heated argument and chaos continued.

Cassandra was both angry and scared, her face as pale as paper.

She splashed a basin of cold water directly onto Mathias' face.

"If you want to spill everything and have the Moxley family kill you sooner, go ahead and keep pretending to be drunk and making a scene!"

Mathias was splashed with cold water, which actually helped him sober up a bit.

He was somewhat annoyed, but not to the point of hitting Cassandra.

He also relied on Cassandra to enjoy the good life with the Moxley family, and with the power of the Moxley family, he could swagger around outside.

If Cassandra gets ruined by him and loses her cash cow, it would be a total loss.

Mathias casually wiped the water off his face, grinning playfully without a care in the world.

"What am I afraid of? If this gets out, the Moxley family won't just kill me, they'll kill you too.

Don't forget, it was you who invited Nora there in the first place. If you claim that all the bad things that happened

afterward were done by me alone, who would believe that?"

Cassandra's face was a mix of pale and blue, her trembling hands clenched tightly into fists.

"At first, I invited Nora to go there because you tricked me by using someone else to say that the chapel there was very

effective.

If it weren't for the earthquake that happened by chance, and you drugging me which caused me to pass out, I would never have let Nora be with her daughter..."

Cassandra couldn't continue speaking. The thought of the tragic scene that day, when Nora gave birth prematurely and couldn't even see her child before they were taken away, and the heart-wrenching cries that followed, made her feel as if her heart was being torn apart,

She covered her face with both hands, unable to control her sobbing.

Mathias comforted her half-heartedly, "Come on, it's been so many years. You and Steven still have three sons, each of them capable and doing well. Your life is going great.

You see, our Rebecca is now with the Moxley family, as the only girl in their household. She's living a good life, and that should put your mind at ease."

Cassandra suddenly looked up, gritting her teeth and lowering her voice, "All of that shouldn't belong to Rebecca, it

shouldn't!

It's all your fault, you beast! If it weren't for Rebecca, I would have risked everything, even if it meant perishing together with you!"

Mathias smiled confidently. "We are husband and wife, why say such harsh words? If the truth really comes out, you won't be able to escape the blame, and Rebecca won't have any good days either.

You won't want to let your daughter go, but in the future, all those unpleasant things will be forgotten, as if they never happened."

He didn't have any regrets. If it weren't for him causing Nora to lose her daughter, would Rebecca be able to enjoy such love and affection in the Moxley family now?

He and Cassandra, as parents, also enjoyed the good life together.

Otherwise, if the Moxley family had their own daughter and granddaughter, how could they possibly pay attention to Cassandra, their adopted daughter?

It would be even more improbable that Rebecca, the granddaughter, would be raised in Moxley Manor as if she were a biological child of the Moxley family.

In the end, Cassandra still didn't dare to make a fuss. She was not only afraid of being abandoned by the Moxley family, but also feared being resented and targeted by them. Moreover, she was even more afraid of Rebecca getting implicated.

Her precious daughter was now living such a wonderful life, where everything was simply the best.

In the end, Cassandra slowly lowered her eyelids, not saying anything more.

Dinner was not at Moxley Manor, but instead, they went to Jingron Seaview Restaurant.

Donna really loved the smoked duck from that place, so she made a reservation there. The whole family went there to enjoy the meal together.

When Deborah and the entire Moxley family arrived, they had just reached the fifth floor by elevator when, by chance, they ran into Ashton and Chandler right outside the elevator.

As always, Chandler sat in his wheelchair, his hands hanging limply by his sides, seemingly unable to move much.

His face was wrapped in bandages, giving the appearance of severe injuries, which made him look quite comical.

He really didn't seem like someone who would come to a restaurant; instead, he should be in the intensive care unit of a hospital.

Roughly speaking, it was Gerald who had spoken, telling him to pack up these past few days and get out of the Black

Group.

So, no matter what, he couldn't stay in the hospital any longer.

Seeking Ashton was, of course, an attempt to use Ashton as a lifeline.

Chandler stood next to an assistant, both of them blocking Ashton's way. With some embarrassment and difficulty, Chandler spoke.

"Mr. Mullen, I... I really have a very suitable contract that I'd like to discuss with your company. It won't take up much of your time, at most half an hour."

Ashton's face was full of impatience, looking as if his patience was about to run out. In the next moment, he might just pick him up from the wheelchair and throw him out.

"Do I look so free that I would waste half an hour with you?"

On the part of Chandler's face that was barely visible, one could faintly see that his complexion was quite pale.

He anxiously glanced at his assistant and urged, "Quickly, show Mr. Mullen the items."

This was in the corridor outside, where people passed by at any time.

The contract document was quite confidential, and he couldn't help but take it out right here to show Ashton. The assistant hurriedly took out the documents, holding them with both hands and handed them to Ashton. "Mr. Mullen, please take a look at this contract. I'm sure you'll be very satisfied with the terms. It's the same collaboration agreement that your company discussed with the Black Group a few days

ago."

Deborah didn't want to hear any of this, but Chandler was sitting in his wheelchair, along with his assistant, and they were now blocking Ashton from entering the elevator in the hallway.

Blocking the way, she couldn't easily pass by the Moxley family.

Donna patiently waited, hoping to move away once they finished talking.

But looking at Chandler's posture, he was chattering endlessly, clearly treating this place as if it were his own living

room.

Donna couldn't help but feel a bit impatient. She approached them with a smile and said, "Mr. Mullen, Mr. Black, what a coincidence! Would you mind letting us pass first, please?" Upon hearing them, Ashton immediately turned around to face them.

His gaze fell upon Deborah, quickly shifted away, and he took a few sidesteps to stand aside.

Chandler noticed Deborah, but suddenly he couldn't contain himself.

Ashton tossed the file into his hands, but with a slight tremble, the file fell to the ground.

Chandler was clearly flustered and anxious, almost yelling at his assistant, "Hurry up, pick it up!"