Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 211 Seeing Him Off

After finishing what he had to say, Chandler hung up the phone without waiting for Ashton's reaction.

He was certain that there must be police on Ashton's side.

Nowadays, the police mostly used phones to find out someone's location.

However, he would surely kill Deborah before they could arrive.

When Deborah died, and Ashton and Joseph were living a life worse than death, Chandler would have preferred death

as well.

When the time came, the entire Black family and the entire Mullen family would be immersed in endless pain.

Chandler looked ahead at Brandon, his body trembling with excitement.

"Quick, hurry to the nearest beach. I want her to be devoured by the fish in the deep sea, so they won't even find her body. Brandon, isn't this thrilling? Isn't it?"

Brandon gripped the steering wheel tightly, driving according to Chandler's directions.

Deborah knew very well that Chandler was now nothing short of a madman.

No matter what she tried to say to him, she couldn't stop him. Instead, it would only provoke him further.

She couldn't accept it.

After enduring so many years, we've finally made it to today!

If she were to die now, at the hands of this madman Chandler, she would never be able to accept it.

The only hope now lied in Brandon, who was driving ahead.

Deborah couldn't care less about anything else as she struggled to speak, "Brandon, has Chandler gone mad, and have you gone mad too? What benefits can he give you for following him and killing people? Is it worth more than the lives of you and your family?"

Brandon's gaze flickered evasively as he quickly glanced at the rearview mirror, meeting Chandler's sinister stare. He was so frightened that he immediately withdrew his gaze, remained silent, and continued to drive forward.

Chandler laughed, then suddenly pulled out a gun and struck Deborah's head twice with it.

"You really don't know when to give up, do you? I have Brandon's family in my grasp. If he dares to take one wrong step, I'll make sure his family won't have a complete corpse to bury."

He spoke slowly, pressing the gun barrel against the back of Brandon's head. "And as for him, well, he'll be joining his family in the grave."

Brandon's voice trembled as he said, "Mr. Black, I've always followed your orders. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. I've always listened to you."

Deborah's last glimmer of hope was shattered, her heart sinking straight to the depths of despair.

She thought of Alyssa, and if she truly had no other choice but death, she hoped that the Moxley family would continue to treat Alyssa kindly after she was gone.

And what about Joseph? If she died, what would he do?

She thought about many things back and forth in her mind, until she thought of Ashton.

I hope that in the next life, I won't meet him again.

Brandon threw his phone away, making it impossible for Ashton and the police to track their location..

Deborah didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually, the car came to a stop.

She was pulled out of the car, feeling the accumulated snow beneath her feet.

The wind, carrying the chill of snow, swept across the face like the stroke of a knife blade.

Brandon pulled off the covering from her head, and the sudden bright light made her instinctively close lier eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she could clearly see everything around her.

Up on the cliff, the temperature was low, devoid of human presence, and the snow had yet to melt.

Snow is everywhere, with bare tree trunks and a gloomy atmosphere all around.

Chandler sat in his wheelchair, his voice frantic. "Go, drag her to the edge of the cliff, and let her take a look down

below first."

Brandon immediately grabbed Deborah and pulled her to the edge of the clife

Deborah looked down, and the seemingly endless deep cliff made her scalp tingle for a moment. The faintly visible sea below only added to the feeling. Chandler pushed the wheelchair, slowly approaching her.

"You see, there isn't always someone who can come to save you. At this point, no one can save you even if they tried."

All he had to do was give a gentle push, and Deborah would fall from here.

She would soon become food for the fish swimming in the depths of the ocean. Deborah felt dizzy, not just from fear, but also from the memories of Alyssa.

Three years ago, Alyssa had also fallen from a cliff like this, nearly losing her life.

She could never forget the moment when she first learned about Alyssa's accident and rushed to the cliff.

Looking down below, that immense sense of despair and fear.

Her eyes darkened, and a chill went straight to her bone marrow. Standing on the edge of the cliff, she felt somewhat

unsteady.

Chandler decided to take matters into his own hands. He instructed Brandon to tie up Deborah's hands and feet. Then, he approached Deborah, intending to push her off.

Only by taking matters into his own hands could he truly experience the pleasure of revenge.

He reached out to Deborah, this time, not intending to waste a single moment.

Suddenly, the sound of a car echoed from behind, as a vehicle swiftly approached up the hill.

Chandler's face momentarily froze as he clearly saw the parked Maybach, but he quickly broke into a smile.

"Pretty fast, huh? They managed to catch up."

He looked at Deborah and said, "You see, Mr. Mullen insisted on coming to see you off. He wanted to witness such a heart-wrenching scene, and there was nothing I could do about it." Deborah was bound hand and foot, sitting in the snow.

The melted snow seeped into her clothes, leaving her so cold that she didn't even have the strength to move.

Ashton pushed the car door open and stepped out, but he didn't walk over.

He looked toward Deborah, his face as dark as night.

No matter how calm he pretended to be, the panic in his eyes was still somewhat difficult to conceal.

Chandler was waiting for the police car to follow, but to his surprise, Ashton came over alone.

He didn't bring any police with him, not even a single person.

Chandler laughed triumphantly. "It seems that Mr. Mullen has finally come to his senses. But alas, it's just too late."

Ashton looked at him. "Let her go, and I'll give you a private jet to leave the country on your own. Once you're away from here, you'll still have plenty of good days ahead."

Brandon gently urged Deborah to kneel down, allowing her to maintain a similar height with Chandler, who was sitting in the wheelchair.

Chandler reached out and suddenly gripped her throat tightly.

He gripped tightly, but smiled at Ashton. "What should I do? Even if what you said is true, I'm no longer interested."

He was no fool; owning a private jet and fleeing the country were simply out of the question.

At this point, he had no choice but to face a dead end.

Deborah's throat was being choked, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her complexion quickly turned a shade of purple. Ashton's temples throbbed with visible veins as he took out his phone, opened a video, and turned the screen towards

Chandler.

"I gave you a choice, but you didn't want it. Can you guess where your mother is now and what she's doing?"

Chandler was ruthless, but he had always shared a deep bond with his mother, Jane.

However, when he escaped from the police station and was about to make a move on Deborah, he had someone take

Jane away.

If everything went as planned, no one would be able to find her.

However, there were always exceptions to everything.

From a distance, Chandler couldn't clearly see the video on Ashton's phone.

He hesitated for a moment, then aimed the gun at Ashton and spoke.

"Move a little closer, Ashton. If my mother were in your hands, I'd send you on your way right now."