Too Much to Bear, My Love
Chapter 127

Too Much to Bear, My Love Chapter 127 Showing Signs Of WakingBack then, Carter had disappeared when she was most vulnerable.Although she didn’t despise him, she felt aggrieved. In the past fewyears, she never stopped wondering why he didn't hack through all theobstacles to come back to her. But the reality wasn't a novel, after all.Nor was it a TV drama; happy endings didn’t come by so easily.

There were no do-overs. It would be close to impossible for things toreturn to how they used to be in the past.

At the thought of this, a hint of resentment laced Amelia’s voice.“Carter, when you left back then, I hated you for a while. I hated you forgiving up so easily, and for leaving me helpless and alone. When wereconnected, you told me you'd make it up to me, but look at you now.What if my child and I are bullied in the future? Who's going to seekjustice for us?”

Perhaps these words were too provoking, but Carter's hands twitchedviolently. Even so, he didn't show signs of waking up.

“I'm saying this one more time, Carter. I'm only giving you two days. Ifyou still don't wake up, I'll forget ever having you as my friend. I'llassume all the promises you made to me were nothing but lies. I willtake it as if you were never sincere to me.”

Carter's fingers moved again, and his vitals began going haywire.Seeing this, Faye ran out frantically and yelled, “Doctor! Doctor..."Soon, a large group of doctors and nurses rushed in. They invited Fayeand everyone else out of the ward before performing variousexaminations of Carter. Without delay, they wheeled him out of theward and into the operating room.

Faye walked toward the operating room with Jennifer's support.

The latter reassured, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Scott. Since Carter showed areaction, I'm sure he'll wake up very soon.”

Faye's eyes shimmered with hopeful tears. Abel and Jack, too, hadexpectant looks on their faces.

Amelia stood farther away from them, worry lining her features. As shestared at the operating room, her hands subconsciously balled intofists.

“Amelia, what are you doing here?” came a deep, male voice all of asudden, giving her a great scare.

She followed the source of the voice and saw Oscar walking toward herin large strides while holding some medicine in his hand.

Her heart missed a beat, and she stuttered, “M-Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar stopped in front of her and glanced sideways at the Scotts, whowere standing a short distance away. With a stern expression, hedipped his head and said in a low voice, “We'll talk about this later.”Then, his features smoothed out as he put an arm around Amelia'swaist and approached the Scotts.

“Greetings, Mr. Scott. What are you doing at the hospital?” Oscar spokewith reverence.

Abel smiled in return. “Ah, Oscar. Arent you a workaholic, boy?Shouldn't you be at the company? I'm surprised to see you here.”Oscar chuckled. “A friend of mine is sick, so I came to visit her.”

“It seems like you care about this friend of yours very much. I'lldefinitely pay her a visit when I have the time.” Abel smiled.

Oscar only smiled in return, without commenting about it.

“This is my wife. You couldn't make it to my wedding previously, so Idon't think you've met,” he thoughtfully introduced Amelia. In fact, hewas aware that the Scotts already knew that she was his wife. Hispurpose was solely to stake his claim over her.

Abel made eye contact with Amelia with the same smile on his face. “Icouldn't attend your wedding because I was physically unwell at thattime. I've always been curious as to which rich family’s daughtermanaged to capture your heart. It turns out that it was Amelia, but Ihave to say, the two of you make a perfect match.”

Oscar maintained his smile and asked, “Ah, so you know Amelia?”Abel answered, “Perhaps this is fate. After Amelia graduated, sheworked at Scott Group for a period of time. She's a very capable andinnovative worker. Because of her excellent work performance, Iwatched her for some time and even planned to promote her toDirector of the Creative Department, but she resigned out of the blue. Ifound it to be quite a pity. I never expected she had settled down withyou.”

At that, Oscar let out a chuckle. “Indeed, this is fate. You're the man Irespect the most, Mr. Scott. Since you're familiar with Amelia, pleaselook out for her from here on out. She may look smart, but is naivemore often than none.”

Abel patted him on the shoulder like a loving elder. “And here I thoughtyou were only committed to your work. I never expected you to be soprotective of your wife. Amelia looks to be about six or seven monthsin. You need to take good care of her.”

"Of course.”

Oscar looked at the operating room and queried, “I assume it's arelative of the Scotts in there? Seeing as you've come in person.”

"Yes. It's my grandson in there. His name is Carter. I don't think the twoof you have had many interactions. Do you both know each other?”Abel did not evade his question.

Oscar's eyes darkened slightly before he replied, “Carter Scott? What acoincidence. When Amelia was working in Majesty Group, I rememberher saying her boss went by the name Carter Scott. So, he's yourgrandson?”

Abel broke into a broad smile. “Ah, so you do know him. My grandsonis a brilliant man, but he’s still inferior to you. He has much to learnfrom you, Oscar.”

Oscar's eyes darkened some more, but he maintained his composure,“We had the opportunity to meet several times because of Amelia, buthe likes to keep a low profile, so I didn't recognize him as yourgrandson. The apple never falls far from the tree. Based on yourcapabilities, I'm sure your grandson would be able to steer Scott Groupto greater heights after he inherits the company.”

Abel's eyes gleamed with pride. After all, Carter was his favoritegrandson, so he liked listening to other people praise him.

“Wasn't your grandson fine just a few days ago? How did he gethospitalized?” Oscar asked casually.

“That boy is always busy with work, so he doesn't have his mealsregularly. He ended up getting a gastric perforation and washospitalized. You would've thought he'd be more responsible for hisown health,” Abel scoffed.

“Men should focus on their careers, but not at the expense of theirhealth. If I'm not mistaken, your grandson is approaching thirty. It'shigh time he replaces a woman to take care of him.” Oscar's eyes darted toJennifer just then. “Ms. Larson, you're here as well.”

Abel raised his brows. “Do you know Jennifer?”

“We've met once. Ms. Larson thoughtfully sent me photos of my wifeand your grandson together, so I called her out to talk. At first, Ithought she was blackmailing my wife with those photos. Later on, Idiscovered that Ms. Larson was also from a wealthy background, so Icouldn't figure out the reason she'd send me those photos. But seeingas my wife had a good relationship with your grandson, I'd considereddestroying the company he'd established just a few years ago. After all,even if there was nothing going on between them, no man would standby and watch as his woman was coveted by another. Fortunately, in theend, I realized that it was all just a misunderstanding.”

Abel shot an indecipherable glance at Jennifer.

Meanwhile, Faye looked at her disapprovingly and chided, “Whatphotos, Jennifer? What's going on?”

Jennifer bashfully answered, “It was just a joke. I didn't expect Mr.Clinton to remember it until now. I thought someone as busy as himwould've long since forgotten about me.”

“You're too modest, Ms. Larson. You have the charm of the girl nextdoor; the type that Chanaea men like. I wouldn't be a man if I forgotsuch a beauty, but of course, the photos you prepared for me left abigger impression.”

Jennifer pursed her lips into a tight smile in response.

Amelia shot a surprised look at Oscar. She never thought he wouldknow that those photos had been sent by Jennifer. She couldn't believehe had even approached the woman because of them. From theircurrent conversation, she surmised that their first meeting hadn't beena pleasant one.

Amelia subconsciously took Oscar's hand and pulled him aside towhisper, “Mr. Clinton, you and Jennifer know each other?”

Oscar looked down at her and answered, “We've met once.”

Amelia inferred, “You like her?”

Oscar stared deeply at her. How in the world did she come to thatconclusion?

“Who told you that I like her?”

"Didn't you say she has the charm of the girl next door?”

He shrugged slightly. “Well, I'm not the nerd who lives next door.” Inother words, Jennifer may be idolized by nerds, but to a real man likehim, she was merely an above-average-looking woman. She did notappeal to him.

Amelia had to smother her laughter.

Oscar, on the contrary, had a ton of questions for her.

“Didn't you cut off all contact with Carter? Why are you here? If I didn'tbump into you today, you would've continued staying in touch withhim behind my back, wouldn't you?” His tone was laced with a hint ofjealousy that he himself failed to notice.

Naturally, Amelia detected the note of jealousy in his voice and feltsecretly delighted about it. However, she knew it was inappropriate tothink this way when Carter was still fighting for his life in the operatingroom. Still, she found herself unable to control it.

She fought the smile forming on her lips and countered, “You're theking of a double standard, you know that, Mr. Clinton? If you canopenly take care of your little lover at the hospital, why can't I visit myclose friend?"

Oscar shot her a glare and rebuked, “Have you forgotten what youpromised me?”

Amelia blinked innocently at him. “What promise?”

“To keep a distance from him.”

“I am keeping a distance from him. Ever since I left the company, Ibasically haven't contacted him at all. You can check my phone if youdon't believe me.”

“If that's the case, how did you know he was hospitalized?” Like ahusband who had just caught his wife cheating on him, Oscar spoke inan accusatory tone that was laced with a trace of jealousy.

Amelia giggled as though she had just made a new discovery. “Why,Mr. Clinton, is this jealousy I sense?”

In the operating room, Carter's condition was still unknown. The Scottswere waiting anxiously for some good news, but here they were, flirtinglike two high school kids.

Oscar's face instantly turned grave. “I'm being serious, Amelia.”Sensing the truth in his words, Amelia, too, put on a solemn expression.“Well, it depends on who's asking, Mr. Clinton. My husband? Mycontractual partner? Or my keeper?”

Oscar studied her with an unreadable glint in his eyes and asked in agruff voice, “You care about him that much?”

Amelia found his question funny.

“Mr. Clinton, Carter and I are just friends, purely good friends. If youinsist on misunderstanding our relationship, I really don't know whatelse to say. Since the very beginning, you already made up your mindthat he and I aren't just friends, so there's really nothing I can say tomake you think otherwise, is there?”

An array of emotions flashed across Oscar's face.

“Amelia, be a good girl. I don’t want to argue with you in the hospital.I'm not restricting who you befriend. It's just this man. I don't like youto have too much contact with him,” Oscar confessed.

Amelia no longer found his behavior sweet. She only felt a pang ofsorrow for Oscar and herself. They were trapped in an infinite loop of afour-way relationship — one where she loved him while he lovedanother. It was as though they were walking along a dark tunnel thatseemed to have no end.

Amelia raised her head and stared at Oscar with a determined gaze.“Mr. Clinton, you told me to keep a distance from Carter, but whatabout you and Cassie? You're having the time of your life with anotherwoman. Yet, you expect me to remain faithful to you. Don't you thinkyou're asking for too much?”

At that remark, Oscar's face clouded over.

“I'll explain about Cassie once she's discharged.”