Too Much to Bear, My Love
Chapter 203

Too Much to Bear, My Love Chapter 203

The kidnappers looked absolutely miserable. They had just wanted the reward. They had not evenpaused to consider who was the person who had issued the order.

Never once had they failed to complete a job throughout their entire criminal career. Not only hadthey gotten caught this time, but they had been caught by such a dangerous man. It was impossiblefor them to get out of this mess

“Mr. Clinton, the man offered us two hundred thousand to kidnap your son, but we really have noidea who he is! He found us through a middleman, so...”

“Call him back now. Tell him that you have the baby in your hands and ask him to pick up the boyhimself. You know what to do,” Oscar said casually without waiting for the kidnapper to completehis sentence. He was lounging on the sofa. The two kidnappers kneeling on the ground in front ofhim were as insignificant as dust to him.

"Y-Yes, we understand.” The two kidnappers nodded earnestly and cowered as close to the groundas possible, wishing the ground would just swallow them up.

One of the kidnappers pulled out his mobile phone and called the middleman first, but the call wentunanswered.

Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

“M-Mr. Clinton, no one is answering the phone,” the kidnapper stuttered. His hands were shaking sobadly that he almost dropped the phone he was holding.

Oscar gave a look to his bodyguards and they stepped forward again, readying their fists. The twokidnappers immediately covered their heads with their hands and said in a panicked voice, “Pleasedon't hit us! We'll try calling someone else. We'll definitely get through to someone!”

They pulled out their mobile phones and desperately dialed all the numbers saved in their phones.Several long minutes passed and finally, a call connected.

As soon as they heard a voice on the other end of the line, they cried, “William, you bastard, wherewere you guys? Why is no one answering the phone? Where is Leo? We need to talk to him rightnow!"

Oscar could not hear what the man on the phone said to the kidnappers, but they replied in anangry tone, “Throw a bucket of cold water over him if he's drunk! I don't care what you do! Justwake him up and tell him that we have the boy in our hands, but we need to renegotiate our feeswith the man who issued the order. It was not easy to get the boy! He's the only heir of the Clintons.The only son of Oscar Clinton! Do you know who that is? How can he only pay us two hundredthousand to kidnap Oscar Clinton's only son! Is he trying to lowball us? Hurry up and wake Leo!”The kidnapper who had been speaking on the phone covered the receiver and quickly reassuredOscar, “Don’t worry, Mr. Clinton. They are handling it over there. I'll have the man’s phone numbersoon.”

Oscar gave him a hard look and said, “You'd better not trick me. Nobody tricks me and gets awaywith it.”

“I wouldn't dare to do that, Mr. Clinton! Nobody would dare to trick you!”

The voice over the phone sounded again.

“Here it is, Mr. Clinton!” the kidnapper whispered, gesturing at his phone.

“Put him on loudspeaker,” Oscar commanded.

The kidnapper turned on the loudspeaker on his phone. “Logan, what's the situation now? I heardfrom William that the baby you were hired to kidnap was Oscar Clinton's son.”

“Leo, that man tried to lowball us! This boy is the only heir of the Clintons! He is worth more thangold! The man only offered us two hundred thousand. I won't hand the boy over to him for thatprice. Give me his phone number and I'll renegotiate the price with him. Otherwise, I'm sure theClintons will offer a high ransom to rescue the boy. After all, money is no problem to the Clintons.”“Have you gone mad? Yes, the Clintons have money but they are not stupid! Will you even be ableto speak to Oscar Clinton? If you threaten him for ransom, it'll be akin to seeking your own death!You'd better forget that stupid idea! I'll give you that man’s phone number. When we receive themoney, we'll split it between us. Then, you two should lay low for a while. Oscar Clinton is not a manyou want to cross,” the voice on the other end of the line sounded quite envious of the kidnappers’luck. He read out the man’s number to them and warned them again to not bring the child to Oscaras he was not yet ready to die.

After that, the kidnappers ended the call.

“Mr. Clinton, the man’s phone number is..." the kidnapper read out the number, mumblingincoherently in his nervousness.

Oscar glanced at one of his bodyguards and ordered, "Hugo, call that number.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Hugo pulled out his mobile phone and dialed the number. The call connected quickly.

Hugo spoke into the phone. His message was clear and his tone was firm, leaving no room for anyrefusal. After about a minute, he got off the phone and reported to Oscar, “The man has agreed tomeet tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning at the west end of Spring Garden.”

Oscar nodded at him and said, “Bring some back-up tomorrow. Don't let that man get away. I wantto know who dares to order the kidnapping of my son.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Oscar pointed at the kidnappers. “Take these two with you. Do whatever you want with them, butkeep them alive.”

Hugo and the other bodyguard grabbed the kidnappers and clamped their hands over their mouthsto stop them from making any noise.

Oscar stood up and left the office without a word, leaving the bodyguards to punish the twokidnappers however they wished.

He walked to the ICU where his son was sleeping peacefully. The bodyguard who had been leftbehind to stand guard bowed and greeted him, “Boss.”

“Go stand guard outside.” Oscar waved at him.

“Yes, sir.”

The bodyguard walked out of the ICU. Oscar bent over his son's incubator and gazed at his peacefulsleeping form. The hard lines on Oscar's face softened.

He reached out a finger to stroke the baby’s cheek. His heart melted at the touch of the tender skin.Oscar stood there, bent over his son's incubator for nearly fifteen minutes. His muscles had almostgone numb when he finally straightened up and whispered to the baby, “Tony, Daddy is leavingnow. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? You can sleep peacefully here; I'll make sure no harm comes toyou.”

"Watch over my son well,” Oscar said to the bodyguard as he walked out of the ICU.

“Yes, Boss."

Then, Oscar returned to Amelia's ward.

Amelia's eyes flew open as soon as he approached her bedside. “Oscar?”

“Did I wake you up?”

Oscar flicked a switch and the room was illuminated. He looked into Amelia's bright eyes and knewthat she had been wide awake all along.

"How long have you been awake?" Oscar asked, frowning in concern. He lowered himself into thesoft armchair by her bed and reached out to hold her hand.

“I just woke up. I saw that you were missing and felt a little worried. Where did you go?” Ameliaasked fretfully.

“The bodyguard called and said that Tony was fussing in his sleep. I went over to take a look andcalm him down. That's all. Don't worry now and get some sleep. I'll be here.” Oscar placed his handgently over Amelia's eyes.

Amelia moved his hand away and blinked up at him. “Did something happen, Oscar? You look quiteupset.”

Oscar playfully tapped her nose and changed the subject. “ So, as soon as I profess my love for you,you're treating me like your little handmaiden?”

Amelia did not even crack a smile at his joke but went on staring at him solemnly.

“Oscar, you promised me that you wouldn't lie to me again,” Amelia said in a gentle but firm voice.Oscar's head hurt. The woman he had married was not just beautiful but also, smart and stubborn.“I've never once lied to you ever since we got married. You know, I despise lying.” Although, I won'tmind telling a little white lie... It's for your own good, Oscar added in his mind.

Amelia exhaled in relief and said, “You're sure everything is okay with our son?”

“Tony is perfectly fine. Don't worry! Even James has said that he is as healthy as a bull,” Oscar saidsolemnly.

Amelia was a little amused by her husband's words.

“Who in the world would compare their own son to a bull? The saying is—as healthy as a horse!”she laughed.

Oscar's lips twitched. “Are you done worrying now? Go get some sleep.”

Amelia patted the empty space on the bed beside her and said, “Oscar, come here and cuddle me.I'll sleep much better with you next to me.”

Oscar indulged Amelia willingly and climbed in next to her. He carefully wrapped his arms aroundher waist, trying not to agitate her wounds. She leaned back into his embrace and their two bodieswere pressed close together.

“Let's get some sleep.”

Amelia nodded in reply and closed her eyes. Soon, her breathing had slowed down into a steadyrhythm.

Oscar gently stroked her hair with his eyes closed. He, too, fell asleep soon after that.

When the two of them stirred awake the next morning, it was already half-past nine.

As soon as Amelia“s eyes peeled open, she saw Olivia gazing at her with a tender expression on herface. "Mom! When did you come? Why didn't you wake me up?” she asked, feeling quite self-conscious that her mother-in-law had been watching her sleep.

Amelia tried to get up but there was a weight holding her back by her waist. She looked down andsaw a muscled arm draped across her body. She felt startled for a moment before she rememberedwhose arm it was.

Then, her cheek began to burn. She felt embarrassed that her mother-in-law had witnessed anintimate moment between Oscar and her.

She nudged Oscar under the sheets, trying to wake him.

Oscar moaned sleepily. He slowly opened his eyes and without looking around, he instinctivelykissed Amelia good morning right on her lips.

Amelia pressed her palms against his chest, trying to create some distance between their bodies."Oscar, your Mom is here...” she whispered to him.

Oscar propped himself up on his elbows and caught sight of his mother. However, he wasunashamed to be seen like that.

He merely got off the bed and said casually, “Oh, hello, Mom. You're here!”

Olivia was overjoyed to see the two of them so loving.

"Go and wash up quickly. I brought breakfast for the two of you.”

Oscar nodded and turned to help Amelia off the bed. Olivia, too, stepped forward to help her. “Becareful of her wounds!”

Amelia smiled, amused at their antics.

“Mom, Oscar, will you please stop fussing? I've already been in the hospital for almost half a month!I'm recovering much better than you think I am. You don't have to treat me as if I'm a fragile littlebaby! I'm fine, really!”

"You should be taking extra care of your wounds for at least another few months! Don't forget thatyou were very seriously injured. The doctor did advise you not to move around too much for thetime being. It's better to be safe than sorry,” Olivia replied, her face full of concern.

Oscar waited for Amelia to wash up. Then, he carried her back to her bed

Olivia placed a bowl of soup in front of her and said, “I've cooled it down a bit for you. Shall I feedyou?"

Amelia shook her head and replied, “No, thank you, Mom. I'm fine, really. I can feed myself. Youshould have some breakfast yourself too!”

While Oscar was washing up in the bathroom, the two women ate their breakfast together.

When Oscar finally emerged from the bathroom, the two of them had slurped down half their bow!of soup.

“Oscar, come have some breakfast.”

Oscar nodded, but before he had the chance to sit down, his mobile phone rang.

“Hello,” he answered the call.

The two women could not hear what was said on the other end of the line, but Oscar's facesuddenly hardened as he said into the phone, “I'll be right over.”

After hanging up, he sat down casually and started on the bow! of soup that Olivia had handed tohim.

Amelia glanced at him and said, “If you have something to attend to, go ahead. Mom brought somesandwiches. You can bring one with you and eat it while driving. Don't worry about me. I'll be finewith Mom accompanying me here.”

Oscar finished the soup in three mouthfuls.

He put down his spoon and dabbed at his lips with a tissue. Then, as if Olivia was not in the room,he leaned over and unabashedly kissed Amelia on her cheeks. “Okay then. Ill go deal with thismatter first. Mom, do stay here and keep Amelia company.”

“Go on. Drive safe.”

Oscar nodded. He grabbed his jacket and left the hospital ward.