Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 210 You Can Go Regret It Together!

Deborah was dragged along, feeling as if she had walked a distance before being thrown into the back seat of a car.

The car was filled with an unfamiliar atmosphere, causing her heart to sink continuously.

Chandler probably had no hope left for the Black family, so he wouldn't believe any of Deborah's excuses.

He bolted from the police station, unable to accept his fate. His sole purpose was to exact revenge on Deborah and drag her down with him.

Deborah felt the car starting to move, her mind racing rapidly, but she couldn't come up with any suitable solutions no matter how hard she thought. Chandler, in fact, she didn't really know him at all.

All that was known was that he was Joseph's half-brother, with a deceitful and ruthless nature, filled with malice towards Joseph.

Just like his mother Jane, he too was an annoying fly buzzing around Joseph, utterly irritating.

Oh, right, and there's Jane too.

Deborah immediately spoke up, "Chandler, your dad said he would get you out and won't let you go to jail."

"Are you sure you want to risk your entire life for me? Your mother only has you as her son. If you don't care about your own life, that's one thing, but if something happens to me, your mother will definitely suffer as well."

Chandler laughed by her side. "Don't bother struggling, I can understand all of this even if you don't say it. However, after all these years, my relationship with my mother in the Black family has never been good. My taking your life to avenge mine is my own business, and it won't make my mother's life any worse."

Deborah couldn't see anything, but she could faintly sense that the car was speeding forward, with no idea where it was headed.

She could hardly contain herself any longer, and said somewhat anxiously, "Do you really think the Black family would believe that you touching me has nothing to do with your mother..." Chandler suddenly grabbed her hair fiercely and snarled, "Enough, shut up! Don't think I don't know what's on your mind. Today is the day you die, and nothing you say will make a difference!"

Deborah felt a tearing pain on her scalp and involuntarily gasped for air with a hiss.

Chandler's emotions suddenly spiraled out of control. He grabbed her hair and violently slammed her head against the

car window.

"You're at death's door, and you still want to play me! All of you da mn people want to play me! This time, I won't listen to a single word of your nonsense, even if you bring out a deity. Today, you only have one path - death!"

In a fit of madness, he violently slammed Deborah's head against the car door.

Sharp, piercing pain shot through Deborah's mind, wave after wave of intense agony threatening to sca tter her

consciousness.

Her entire body felt as if it had been plunged into an ice cellar, shivering uncontrollably from the cold.

Chandler was inherently abnormal, with a tendency towards sad ism.

Suppressing his true nature for a long time and pretending to be gentle and refined made him desperate to vent his frustrations.

In his wildest dreams, he relished the sight of others struggling to survive in his grasp, desperately begging for mercy.

And he would never show mercy or let go, insisting on pushing his opponent to the brink of death.

Watching Deborah's body tremble, Chandler's eyes filled with excitement, and he became increasingly crazed, applying even more force with his hands.

As he ruthlessly attacked, he let out a maniacal, sinister laugh, taunting, "You thought you could toy with me? You thought you could outsmart me?

Go to hell, all of you! Keep talking, go on! Talk about my mother, my good father, just keep talking!"

Deborah's trembling grew more and more intense, as if all the heat from her body was dissipating.

She was in pain, a pain so intense that it made her scalp tingle, and her head was filled with a sharp, buzzing noise that went "buzz... buzz... buzz..." With her eyes covered, she was unable to see anything.

Yet, it seemed as if she saw many people.

Lydia, Alyssa, and even that once-father Devon, as well as Helen - there are so many people.

Some of them watched her cry, some watched her laugh, and in the end, they all disappeared.

Something warm trickled down along the brows and eyes, eventually reaching the lips.

She couldn't help but open her mouth wide, taking in deep, desperate breaths.

The warm liquid flowed into her mouth, and she tasted the salty, fishy flavor of blood between her lips and teeth.

Her head kept hitting the car door, and Chandler's voice in her ear was like a devil's, getting more and more piercing. Gradually, it became distant and blurred. Deborah felt an immense fatigue, and gradually, the pain began to fade away.

Everything around her started to become less clear.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, a sudden ringtone from a cell phone echoed in front of her..

Brandon was driving ahead when his phone, tucked away in his coat pocket, started ringing.

With a murderous look in his eyes, Chandler immediately turned to him and said, "Are you asking for trouble?"

Brandon hadn't been taken to the police station yet, and he always carried his phone with him.

He thought he had turned off the device, but he must have remembered it wrong.

He immediately pulled out his phone in a fluster, intending to hang up and then turn it off.

Suddenly, Chandler asked, "Who opened it?"

Chandler had no intention of leaving himself a way out anyway, so when it came down to it, there really wasn't much to be afraid of.

Brandon immediately replied with some unease, "It's Ashton."

Deborah's consciousness was on the verge of vanishing completely when she faintly heard a familiar name. It was as if she had suddenly grasped a life-saving piece of driftwood in the depths of the ocean. Her consciousness was suddenly yanked back, and she mustered the last bit of energy to listen to the conversation inside the car.

Brandon spoke and switched his phone to speaker mode, amplifying Ashton's voice for everyone to hear.

A soft voice from over there said, "Brandon, are we still going through with the deal we discussed last time? I heard Chandler got arrested. If you guys breach the contract, don't forget about the agreed upon penalty."

Chandler let out a loud, scornful laugh, his eyes filled with a malicious glint of hatred.

"Oh, Mr. Mullen is playing dumb now? How could I possibly get caught, don't you know?"

Ashton's tone remained calm, "Chandler, you didn't go in. That's perfect, let's talk about the matter of the document

face to face."

Over there, next to Ashton, a group of police officers were sitting.

Ashton didn't know yet, but Chandler had run out.

He was making this call now to cooperate with the police and locate the escaped Brandon..

As Chandler's assistant, Brandon could not escape blame for embezzling company funds and leaking confidential information.

But the police caught Chandler, while Brandon managed to escape.

Upon hearing Chandler's voice, Ashton was surprised but managed to maintain his composure.

Chandler chuckled ominously, "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Mullen, you're sitting next to a police officer, aren't you? It seems your plan is going to fall apart this time. Oh, and I have a sound for you to listen to; I'm sure it will make you very happy."

As he spoke, he grabbed Deborah's hair, forcing her to lift her head up.

He handed her the phone with a smile and said, "Come on, say something and greet our Mr. Mullen."

Deborah didn't want to remain silent, but it felt as if there were razor blades lodged in her throat, causing a burning

pain.

She couldn't even say a single word.

Ashton said impatiently, "I don't know what nonsense you're talking about. If the deal is off, just pay the penalty and be done with it. That's it."

He spoke, glancing at the police officer nearby.

The police officer gestured to him, indicating that they had already located the other party's position.

Ashton hung up the phone abruptly, leaving Chandler infuriated. In his anger, he grabbed Deborah and forcefully yanked a handful of her hair. "Speak up when I'm talking to you, speak up!"

Deborah was in so much pain that it felt like her entire scalp was being torn apart. She shuddered and let out a pained

whimper.

She gritted her teeth and struggled to say, "Chandler, you beast."

Chandler's eyes sparkled with excitement as he immediately held the phone up to her lips, allowing her voice to be heard more clearly on the other end. Ashton's irritated voice quickly came through. "Chandler, you dare to touch her, just try it!"

Chandler burst into laughter, "Oh, you really scared me there. Go ahead and try to fool me, you and Joseph, you two idiots, will regret it eventually!" Chapt