"I don't want to owe anyone else's life, whether directly or indirectly, I don't want it anymore," Ashley said seriously.

Is she begging for forgiveness for Giselle?


What will happen to Giselle in the end, she doesn't care, the only thing she doesn't want is to owe another person's life.

Lorne's life, even if she compensates with her entire life, she still can't repay it, she can't repay it. That young life is because of her.

It's a debt. It's a sin. It's pain.


She doesn't have any feelings for Giselle, she doesn't hate or like it, even though Giselle has done many unreasonable and cruel things, her personality is stubborn and selfish, even though she doesn't want to cause trouble and run here to beg for forgiveness for Giselle.

But, she doesn't want to owe another person's life, regardless of whether this person is a good person or a bad person, regardless of whether this death is directly or indirectly related to herself, she doesn't want to owe another person's life.


Those dry, chapped lips… Ever since Gina passed away, these lips, always opened their mouths to admit 'owing a life".

Until today, although he thought she was guilty, in his memory, this woman had never admitted it with her mouth, even if he locked her up in prison, even if she died, she would not admit it, but today, just now, she finally admitted it with her mouth – she owed a life.

Milan couldn't describe the strange feeling in his heart right now, he could judge, but Milan never thought that one day, when he heard her say these words in her mouth, it would be… so uncomfortable.

'Ashley, you finally admitted it."

Milan's voice suddenly rang out.

'What?" Ashley didn't understand, didn't know that Milan's expression was cold, but suddenly saw the woman he was pressing down on suddenly burst into laughter: 'Haha, hahaha.."

'What are you laughing at? Don't laugh."

He was angry.

'Hahaha, hahahaha.."

'I told you not to laugh." Strange, he hated this smile. Strange, this smile made him confused.

He suddenly used a lot of force on her waist. He hurt her, but she laughed.

What could make her laugh so loudly?

The one who did wrong was her, the one who owed Gina her life was also her, so what was she laughing at?

'Shut up, shut up, shut up." He was angry, it was useless, he didn't like that smile, no need to think too much, don't be silent? Don't be silent, right?

Milan pressed down, his thin lips covered hers.

He could make her silent.

Immediately after.

Milan suddenly raised his head, his thumb wiping the blood from the corner of his lips: "You bit me?" He asked her with a slightly surprised look.

The woman lying below opened her mouth, her voice hoarse: "Mr. Milan, I once owed a life, but it had nothing to do with Gina." After speaking, she closed her eyes tightly, too tired and... no strength... the moment Ashley fainted, she was still thinking in her mind: Is there a need to explain?

What's the use of explaining?

Will he listen?

If he doesn't want to listen, then what's the point of explaining?

Explaining is telling someone who wants to listen.

'Hey, open your eyes." She suddenly closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him.

Milan squinted and said coldly: 'Open your eyes."

But she didn't move, Milan reached out to shake her, and he shook her, and then her head immediately tilted to one side.

Milan's heart suddenly beat faster: 'Ashley?

Ashley?"

His expression changed, he quickly retreated, bent down to pick her up, and then carried her into the bedroom.

Oh no. Why was her body so hot?

When he took her out of the private room, she was fine. 'Tyson. Where are you? Come here."

On the other end of the line, Tyson helplessly rolled his eyes: 'Hey, buddy, even though I'm your doctor, you're bothering others twice at this hour, I really can't stand you."

'Come here. She fainted again. What kind of doctor are you?"

Tyson felt unconvinced: 'Her? Ashley? She's not that serious, let her rest and give her medicine, she'll be fine, just let her rest, it's not serious. Why do you say I don't know the diagnosis?

No way, Milan, why is Ashley here with you?"

Tyson thought for a moment, then suddenly woke up.

"Oh my god! Milan! What did you do to that poor woman? With her broken body, fortunately, nothing happened normally, and you still tortured her? Milan, if you hate this woman so much, then let her die, why torture her like that?"

"Wait." Milan's eyes flashed with light: "A broken body? She still has all her limbs."

On the other end of the line, Tyson smiled, then said softly: 'It's not too bad that she lost an arm or a leg, it's just that she lost a kidney."

Milan picked up the phone and immediately trembled. Tyson was on the phone, hearing Milan's chaotic breathing on the other end of the line, he still frowned.

'If you don't believe it, lift her shirt, see for yourself."

Milan glanced at the woman lying on the bed, a tall figure walked over, one hand holding the phone, the other hand pushing her to lie on her side, slowly lifting her shirt.

Bit by bit…

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

'Who did it?" The cold voice behind his neck, a sudden blizzard came.

Below his sight, was an ugly scar on her left wrist.

He reached out, wanting to touch the scar, that slender hand, couldn't help but tremble.

The slender finger touched the scar.

A feeling came from the skin of the finger, uneven and concave.

Just touching the scar, Milan's fingertips felt slightly burned for a moment.

"With such a defective body, Milan, tell me the truth, how can you do that?" The phone had not yet been hung up, Tyson asked half-jokingly.