Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 159

Chapter 159 Do Not Roll Under the Bed

Morton happened to see the photo on his phone screen.

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Everyone knows that Deborah is now with Joseph, and when they show off their affection for each

other, it’s prst too

adorable to handle

But now, the photos on the phone show Deborah, laughing and chatting with another man as they

board a plane together, even being carried into a car by this other man.

Just one glance is enough to make the heart race.

As a man himself, he felt that the empathy evoked by this photo was just too strong, and he even

began to feel angry on Joseph’s behalf.

Joseph took just one glance before exiting the photo interface, his facial expression a mix of

indiscernible emotions.

However, Morton could already sense the smell of gunpowder and the taste of war.

Joseph put away his phone, calmly looking at the group of directors and executives who were still

waiting by his side.

“Tonight might not be very convenient, as I still have some household matters to attend to. How about

this? Tomorrow evening, I’ll invite all of you here, and we can all enjoy a teast together. That way, I can

properly express my gratitude for everyone’s care and concern.”

At this point, it was indeed getting late, and the night outside had grown deep and dark.

At today’s meeting, Joseph’s performance was quite impressive, leaving a group of directors and

executives in awe.

At this point, most people no longer made things difficult for him, and a director said with a smile,

“Since Josepli still has things to do, let him go first. We can always get together another day.”

Joseph exchanged a few pleasantries, personally escorted the older shareholders and the director to

their cats, and watched with a smile as their vehicles drove off into the distance.

The area outside the corporate building had become desolate, and as he stood in the cold wind, he

took out his phone

again.

As he opened and looked through those photos again, he noticed that Morton was still standing by his

side.

Joseph turned around and said, “Morton, you should clock out too.”

Morton didn’t even dare to breathe, and he really wasn’t in a position to interfere with his boss’s family

affairs.

Upon hearing that he could leave work now, he immediately felt relieved and said, “All right.”

Once Morton had walked away and there were no more people around, Joseph took another look at

the photos.

Sometimes he had to admit that, although he had always been a confident person, he didn’t feel quite

as sure of himself when compared to Ashton.

He never worried that Deborah would be attracted to someone else. Joseph was gentle and attentive to

Deborah, with good family background, a successful career, and a refined appearance. He was never

modest about these qualities, firmly believing that he possessed them and that others couldn’t

compare.

Naturally, Deborah only had eyes for the best, and she chose Joseph. As a result, she couldn’t care

less about anyone else, and no one could ever steal her away.

But Ashton…

It’s hard for Joseph to pinpoint exactly what sets Ashton apart from others.

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Perhaps it’s because of the many years he has spent with Deborah, both in their marriage and their

time together.

Perhaps it’s because they have a daughter as a bond between them.

It could also be that Deborah had loved Ashton for so many years, her love seeping deep into her

bones.

All of this couldn’t just be because Deborah had mistaken her lifesaver.

In her many years of marriage with Ashton, and the countless days and nights they spent together,

their feelings for each other had long since evolved beyond a simple case of mistaken identity or

gratitude for Ashton saving her life.

Joseph opened the photos and suddenly wondered, if Deborah were to regain her past memories, how

would she react?

People and things she had forgotten, others could tell her.

A feeling that can be forgotten, no one can tell her.

Only when she remembers it one day, will she recall her feelings for Ashton.

Suddenly, Joseph couldn’t help but selfishly think that he didn’t want Deborah to remember.

She only knew the pain Ashton had once caused her, so it would be impossible for her to ever have

feelings for Ashton again.

He reached for the phone and zoomed in on the photo of Ashton carrying Deborah into the car.

No matter what, he still couldn’t believe that the current Deborah would suddenly be like this with

Ashton.

After enlarging the photo significantly, Joseph finally discerned the clues.

There were faint traces of blood at the corners of Deborah’s mouth.

He examined her dangling hand more closely, and it seemed as though there were faint traces of blood

on her fingers.

Injured?

Joseph’s face darkened, and he quickly recalled that during the meeting, Chandler had glanced at his

phone several times and had given him some strange looks.

We shouldn’t have let Deborah go to Oceanview City alone. Even if she didn’t want bodyguards with

her, we should have secretly arranged for a few to follow her.

As Joseph turned around to head to the parking lot to get his car, he simultaneously dialed Deborah’s

number on his phone.

After waiting for quite a while, the call was finally answered. Deborah’s voice came through, sounding a

bit drowsy, “Hello?”

Joseph hurried to the parking lot and called out in a deep voice, “Debby, where are you?”

Deborah replied groggily, “Oceanview City.”

Joseph asked her again, “Where is Oceanview City?”

Deborah opened her eyes, lying in the hospital bed and looking around before she fully regained

consciousness.

Recalling the time spent in the hospital and the events that occurred not too long ago.

“Is your meeting over? Do you have any other plans?”

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Josepli drove straight to the airport, saying, “It just ended. A group of directors from the company

suggested going out for drinks together.”

Deborah immediately replied, “Well, you should go then. Work is important, don’t dampen other

people’s spirits. I’m doing fine here, just finished work and now I’m at home, sleeping.”

Joseph really didn’t know what to do with her. Sometimes she was like a child, and other times she was

too sensible, always afraid of holding him back in some way.

He spoke gently, “Don’t pretend, I received the photo of Ashton carrying you into the car. Are you sick

or injured? Are you in the hospital?”

Over there, Deborah fell silent for a full ten seconds before suddenly raising her voice, “Who sent you

that photo, trying to sow discord between us! Let me tell you, don’t believe in others’ baseless rumors.

Listen to my explanation!”

Joseph laughed, “Alright, there’s no need to explain. I’m almost at the airport. Send me your location

and I’ll come as soon as possible.”

Over there, Deborah was deeply touched and couldn’t help but roll around, sobbing, “Joseph, you’re so

wonderful. I knew you would believe me.”

While holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, Joseph took out his wallet from his coat pocket

and went ahead to buy a ticket.

“Take it easy, don’t roll under the bed. My secretary is in Oceanview City, I’ll have her come to you right

now. Don’t

wander around, wait for me to get there.”

Deborah sobbed for a while before finally hanging up the phone.

She was happily rolling around on the bed with her phone in her arms when, unexpectedly, Ashton

walked in from

outside.

As she rolled over to look at the door, her eyes met Ashton’s gaze.

Deborah’s body stiffened, and she immediately got up, feeling embarrassed. She sat at the head of the

bed, giving

Ashton a cold stare.

“Why are you still here? Don’t you know how to knock before entering?”

Ashton didn’t expect her to be so delighted, and for a moment, he found himself lost in her joy.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking, “The doctor asked me to tell you that it’s best for you to

undergo psychotherapy now to recover your memory. Please let Joseph know so the hospital can

arrange it as soon as possible.” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

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