Too Much to Bear My Love

Too Much to Bear, My Love Chapter 195

Just when they were chatting amiably in the ward, Amelia’s phone suddenly rang. Tiffany picked it up

and saw that it was Oscar.

“It’s Oscar,” she revealed before answering the call. “Hello?”

When Oscar heard her voice, he fell silent for a moment before saying hesitantly, “Tiffany?”

“Yeah, it’s me. What is it?” Tiffany responded.

“I’m going to be late as there are still some documents I have to go through at my office. Please pass the

message to Amelia.”

Tiffany immediately huffed, “Oscar Clinton, is this an excuse so you can sneak out to be with your

mistress?”

“Seeing as you’re Amelia’s friend, I won’t reproach you. But still, you need to mind your words. You don’t

want Amelia to worry, do you? Besides, if I want to get myself a mistress, I won’t make it a secret,” Oscar

announced at the other end of the line firmly.

Stunned, Tiffany glanced at Amelia as her expression grew solemn.

“I’m sorry for being harsh earlier,” Tiffany immediately apologized. “Go back to work. I’ll take care of

Amelia. But I’m warning you, if you dare to hurt her, I won’t let you off easily.”

Oscar didn’t take her warning seriously and replied, “Pass the phone to her. I need to say a few words to

her.”

Without hesitation, Tiffany handed the phone to Amelia.

Oscar called out, “Amelia?”

Amelia hummed in acknowledgement.

“I’m still working, so I might be late. Take good care of yourself, you hear?”

“You should focus on your work. Mom and Tiff are here with me, so don’t worry,” came Amelia’s gentle

reply. “Even if you’re busy, remember to take your meals on time. Don’t starve yourself.”

Warmth flooded Oscar’s heart upon hearing her reminder. Softly, he answered, “I know. I want to grow

old together with you, so I’ll take good care of my health.”

Amelia felt her cheeks heating in embarrassment. She couldn’t handle Oscar after his abrupt change, but

his sweet nothings still brought her a ray of happiness.

“I got it. You should go back to work.”

After cutting the line, Tiffany took the phone from her and joked, “Babe, look how flushed you are. You

need to calm down. I can’t believe how love-struck you are.”

Amelia blushed even harder when she heard that.

As Tiffany pulled the covers up, she grinned. “I know you love Oscar, and that you’re happy with him. Be

good and take a nap now.”

A blissful smile played on Amelia’s lips. She was exhausted, so after exchanging some friendly banter

with Tiffany, she promptly fell into a deep slumber.

Gazing at Amelia’s peaceful expression, Tiffany felt pleased. Still, she couldn’t stop worrying about her

friend. It was clear that Amelia had fallen head over heels for Oscar. Oscar’s attitude had changed after

the accident. Is Oscar’s hidden feelings for Amelia deeper than the love Amelia has for him? She fell in

love with him first, so she has to suffer more. She’s destined to be on the losing side as she said “I love

you” first.

“Babe, I hope you did the right thing, and Oscar is your Mr. Right. I want you to form a happy family with

him,” Tiffany lamented and let out a sigh.

Meanwhile, after talking to Amelia, Oscar hung up and scowled unhappily.

He leaned in his chair and glared at a man, who was pinned to the ground by his bodyguards. “Spill,” he

commanded as the man shivered in fear.

Immediately, the man revealed in a trembling voice, “M-Mr. Clinton, please forgive me this once. I won’t

do it again! I didn’t hit Mrs. Clinton on purpose. It was Ms. Stephanie who gave me the orders! I’m telling

the truth.”

Oscar narrowed his gaze.

After a while, he gestured at his bodyguards, who immediately pulled out a knife before stabbing it down

on the man’s palm.

The next moment, the man’s wails of anguish resonated in the room.

Oscar frowned. “Seal his mouth.”

A cloth was stuffed into the man’s mouth.

The man lay on the ground and held his bleeding right hand, writhing in pain.

Oscar gave another nod, and one of the bodyguards removed the cloth from the man’s mouth.

Immediately, the man hissed in pain.

He raised his head weakly to say, “Mr. Clinton, please spare my life. It was Ms. Stephanie who gave me

the orders! Otherwise, I won’t dare to harm Mrs. Clinton!”

Oscar’s face turned grim in an instant as he commanded, “Donnie, call Stephanie and ask where she is.

Bring her over now.”

“Understood, Mr. Clinton,” Donnie answered and strode out.

“Kurt, cripple his hands!” Oscar ordered his other bodyguard viciously.

“Understood.”

Fear was written all over the man’s face as he cowered back while pleading, “Mr. Clinton, please spare

me. Have mercy on me!”

Oscar furrowed his brows. “Well? Hurry up, Kurt.”

Kurt Alfsen grabbed the man deftly and took action. Soon, another horrifying yell rang out.

After finishing his job, Kurt flung the man onto the ground and returned to his original position quietly.

As for the man, he lay curled into a ball while convulsing from the pain of his crippled hands.

Oscar told him, “I’ll give you another chance. If you reveal the real mastermind, I’ll spare your life. When

Stephanie arrives later, and I find out you’ve been framing her, you’ll suffer from a worse fate.”

The man struggled to meet Oscar’s gaze. “Mr. Clinton, I wasn’t lying. It was Ms. Stephanie who ordered

me to do so. Please spare me. I have to support my eighty-year-old mother, daughter, and children. My

wife was diagnosed with uremia last month, so I ended up taking the job to get money for her treatment. I

won’t do it again. Please, Mr. Clinton. My family needs me.”

Oscar’s lips quirked into an icy smirk.

“Don’t you know the consequences of hurting one of the Clintons?” He fiddled with his fingers. “I

remember your daughter is eighteen this year. She’s an adult now, right? What if I send her to work at a

nightclub?”

The color drained out of the man’s face as he crawled toward Oscar slowly. Blood trickled out from his

wounds to the ground to form a terrifying scene.

“Mr. Clinton, it was my fault. I lost my mind at the sight of money. If you want to take revenge, punish me.

But please, don’t hurt my daughter. She’s innocent,” he begged.

Hostility crept into Oscar’s eyes. He couldn’t forget the suffocating feeling when he heard about Amelia’s

accident. The sight of her frail and pale figure entering the operating room was too much for him to bear.

He refused to experience the same thing again.

Shooting an icy glare at the man pleading for his forgiveness, he sneered, “Look at you, begging for me

not to target your daughter. When you hit Amelia, did you think about her baby in her stomach? She was

seven months along! You could’ve killed her and her baby. I might lose my wife and never get to see my

son.”

The man’s expression contorted as he howled, seemingly regretting his mistake.

Shortly after, Donnie arrived with Stephanie in tow. She was still complaining when she stepped in.

“Donnie, I’m warning you. If this isn’t an urgent business, you shall suffer from my wrath!”

Right then, she spotted the nearly unconscious man collapsed on the ground. When she went nearer

and realized who he was, her eyes widened in shock. Instinctively, she stepped back and turned to

leave, but Donnie blocked her escape and pushed her in.

Seeing her reaction, Oscar scowled and pointed at the man on the ground. “Stephanie, do you know this

man?”

After her initial terror, Stephanie had regained her composure.

She pretended to shoot a disdainful look at the man and said, “Who is this? Look how scruffy he is. I

don’t know anyone like him.”

The man perked up upon seeing Stephanie and yelled, “Ms. Stephanie, don’t lie! You were the one who

came to me and promised to pay me three million and treat my wife if I can get someone to hit Mrs.

Clinton—”

Before he could finish, Stephanie stormed over and started kicking him forcefully.

“Nonsense! Who are you to sow discord between me and my brother? Yes, I don’t like Amelia, but I’m

not that cruel to attempt to kill her. She’s pregnant with my nephew. I will never do such a crazy thing!”

The man immediately yelped in pain.

Oscar spoke up. “Stephanie, stop!”

Hearing his order, Stephanie finally stopped kicking him and heaved angrily.

“Oscar, don’t listen to him. Why would I hire someone to hit Amelia? I’m not that crazy!” Stephanie tried

to defend herself.

Not a word came from Oscar’s lips as he studied his sister carefully.

Under his scrutinizing gaze, Stephanie averted her gaze guiltily. She felt thoroughly exposed.

“O-Oscar, what’s wrong? Why are you staring at me?” Stephanie stammered.