Torn Between Love and Hate
Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Destroy the Galge Family

After Deborah took Alyssa into the amusement park, Alyssa looked at the various rides and a group of kids who were playing together. She was so overjoyed that she felt as if she could burst with happiness

Although there were plenty of attractions for her to enjoy, Alyssa was currently too frail to partake in physically demanding or challenging games.

Zayne led her to play some simple games, while Deborah played alongside them for a while before taking a seat on a long chair on the lawn to watch.

The rare sunny day filled Alyssa with warmth as the winter sun bathed her entire body.

As she gazed contentedly into the distance at Zayne and Alyssa playing happily, she wished fervently that time could stand still in

1 this moment forever.

Alyssa's face was flushed with joy, and Zayne carried her around as Deborah listened to the delightful sound of her laughter ringing out from afar.

After playing for a while, Alyssa's breathing became labored, and she needed to take a long break before continuing. Her body simply couldn't handle too much physical exertion in her current condition. Nevertheless, after spending the entire afternoon at the amusement park, Alyssa's face wore a happy, contented expression that Deborah had never seen before.

They didn't leave the park until evening had fallen.

On the way back, Alyssa kept chatting with Deborah with excitement. "Mr. Gaige said that once I'm better, I can take the big pendulum and roller coaster next time. Mom, when will I get better?" Deborah's heart ached, but she managed to keep her emotions in check as she replied with a smile, "Soon, you'll be feeling much

better."

Alyssa nestled in Deborah's arms, and her voice was sweet and hopeful. "That's great."

Zayne drove the car, glancing at Deborah through the rearview mirror. "Alyssa's illness will be cured very soon. Do you remember Dr. Sanchez, who had taught me a lot in the hospital before?" Deborah nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Dr. Sanchez is a world renowned medical expert with immense influence."

"Yes, he has recently specialized in blood type diseases, including the common blood disease leukemia," Zayne explamed.

"I reached out to him, and he has connections with many hospitals both inside and outside the country. He assured me that he would

help Alyssa replace a suitable bone marrow donor.

"Furthermore, he will be returning to the country in two days and has offered to take over Alyssa's treatment. He is confident that through effective chemotherapy and other means, he can delay the progression of Alyssa's condition and buy more time to replace the appropriate bone marrow donor."

As Deborah heard Zayne's words, her heart raced with excitement, and her eyes grew a little teary. "Really? That's fantastic! Thank you so much, Dr. Gaige."

Zayne smiled humbly. "Please don't say that. I'm only doing what I can. Dr. Sanchez is also a doctor, and it is our duty to practice medicine and save lives. He was more than happy to help when he heard about Alyssa's situation."

Deborah's hand trembled slightly as she held onto Alyssa. "Thank you, Dr. Gaige. Thank you so much."

Alyssa seemed to understand and added, "Thank you, Mr. Gaige."

Before, Deborah felt like her life was a bleak and colorless existence, with no glimmer of hope.

But now, the news that Alyssa would be saved filled her heart with renewed optimism.

Zayna, too, was thrilled for Deborah and spoke with heartfelt emotion. "Deborah, you must always believe that life can be full of hope.

even in the darkest of times. There's always a way out of bad days."

Deborah fought back her tears and managed a small smile through her reddened eyes. "Yes, I do believe that."

Upon returning to the Gaige's house, Alyssa drifted off to sleep in Deborah's embrace

A strange vehicle was parked in the front yard of the house, appearing as if there was a guest.

Zayne recognized the car, and when he opened the door for Deborah, he said to himself in a peculiar manner, "What is Mr. Lynd doing here?"

Deborah felt she had been rather anxious lately. After she heard Zayne's question and noticed the car, her heart inexplicably sank. Zayne offered to carry Alyssa, but Deborah declined, shaking her head. Instead, she walked into the house with a sense of unease.

The living room echoed with the excited voice of a man as they just went inside, "Theo, what's wrong with you!"

The voice sounded aged. Deborah took a few steps in and saw that the man who spoke was about fifty or sixty years old.

Theo's countenance was unsightly. In a low voice, he retorted, "Mr. Lynd, I did nothing wrong!"

They seemed to want to continue their conversation but abruptly halted upon hearing footsteps and noticing Deborah's return.

Theo pretended to be composed and smiled, saying, "You're back. Zayne. Escort Deborah and Alyssa upstairs to rest first. Then join us downstairs shortly. I have a few words to discuss with you." Deborah sensed that something had occurred and knew that Theo was trying to remove her from the living room to discuss

countermeasures with Zayne.

Deborah clasped Alyssa's hand tightly and said, "Mr. Gaige, I can take Alyssa upstairs on my own. Don't bother, Dr. Gaige." Zayne had never seen Theo look so grave. He nodded in agreement, without uttering a word.

Deborah ascended the stairs with Alyssa in her arms, making her way to the bedroom where she gently placed her on the bed. Her heart was besieged by anxiety, and she instantly regretted her impulsive decision to leave with Zayne the day before. Ashton was so powerful and cold. Deborah was afraid that her actions would cause big trouble for the entire Gaige family. She wasted no time. After settling Alyssa on the bed, she promptly departed the room, tiptoeing towards the staircase to eavesdrop on the voices below.

Theo and Henry Lynd's agitated loud voices resonated throughout the house.

"I wholeheartedly believe you. Theo, I know you well," said Henry.

"Nevertheless, it's of no use now even if I believe you. The rumors have already spread like wildfire. As a university professor, you've been accused of sexually harassing and taking advantage of a female student times and again. Blurry photographs and personal accounts of students are now circulating.

"When such news surfaced, the majority of the public would support the female students.

"After all, most people would believe that a young girl would not falsely accuse her supervisor at the expense of her own reputation."

Zayne fumed and said in anger, "Someone is deliberately trying to frame my father. The photos are fake. We can authenticate them professionally. As for that lying student, we can report her to the police." Henry sighed. "Zayne, you are too young. It's not that simple. The photos are blurred, and the faces of the people in the photos are not

even too clear to see. It's no use to authenticate the photos!

The girl claimed to have taken the photos in a state of panic when she sought assistance, and the public believed deeply that the person in the photos was indeed your father. Until the facts are established, what right do the police have to detain the girl for questioning?

Zayne seethed with anger and was about to speak, but Henry fixed him with a stem look and said, "Do not concern yourself with your

"The photos showed clearly that you brandished a scalpel threateningly towards Mr. Mullen, Ashton, in the hospital hallway. When he managed to evade your attack, you wounded one of his bodyguards with the scalpel instead.

"A doctor's reputation is of paramount importance. If these photos were released, your future would be destroyed."

Zayne's eyes turned as dark as a stormy night. He was absolutely certain at this moment. "It was Ashton! He did all of this!"

Henry's face grew even darker when he heard Zayne's words "How can you be so sure? If the person behind all of this is really Mr. Mullen, I'm afraid there is no room for reversal until he is not willing to stop."

He then asked with a puzzled expression "Theo, you and your son have always been forthright and low-key Why did you suddenly get involved with Mr. Mullen?"

Deborah shuddered with fear as she listened to the conversation unfolding downstairs.

Her phone vibrated, and she hastily retrieved it to replace a message from Ashton. "Deborah, I'll be waiting for you tonight. You only have

one chance."