Too Much to Bear, My Love
Chapter 29

“Oscar.” They heard a man’s voice and both looked in that direction.Their gaze landed on a very tall man, and Amelia could recognize himas one of the specialists from Anglandur.

Tall and handsome, he looked very attractive in his doctor's coat. Onecould easily believe that he was a professional model when he removedhis doctor's attire.

“James!” Oscar walked up to him and greeted him heartily.

“I haven't seen you for a few years, Oscar. You're looking better thanever. However, you're not a very good friend, are you? If not for yourwife's accident, you might not have remembered me, your old friend,”said James.

Oscar smiled and introduced Amelia to him, “This is my wife, Amelia.The one you saved was her friend.” He then introduced James toAmelia, “Amelia, this is James, my schoolmate back in Anglandur.”Amelia reached out her hand and smiled. “Nice to meet you, James.”James gave her a warm hug and kissed her cheeks. "Wow, you're reallyOscar's wife? What a pity, I was about to ask you out on a date. I didn'texpect you to be unavailable. Looks like it's not my lucky day!”

Amelia smiled graciously and said, “There are plenty of pretty womenhere. With your qualifications, you could get any woman you want.”James chuckled. “I hardly ever come to Chanaea, but you're making mevery excited, Amelia. Come on Oscar, lets hit the bar!”

Oscar looked at Amelia, who smiled and uttered, “Go ahead, guys. I'llstay here to watch over Tiffany.”

Oscar nodded. “All right. I'll get Jimmy to come and keep youcompany.”

“There's no need, I'll be fine on my own. Go ahead with James. WhenTiff recovers, I'll cook up a storm to thank James properly.”

“Come with us, Amelia. I'll get two nurses to take care of things here.Don't worry, I brought them here with me, so they'll definitely care foryour friend well.”

Amelia shook her head and smiled. “Please go ahead. When Tiffrecovers, I'll personally cook up a feast for you to repay your gooddeed.”

“I eagerly await that then.”

After James and Oscar left, Amelia continued standing at the glasswindow to watch Tiffany. It was another hour before she left to returnto her room.

The next morning, the nurse told her that Tiffany was awake and hadbeen transferred to a regular ward.

Amelia was so excited she immediately sped out of her room toTiffany's.

The moment she entered the room, she saw that Tiffany's eyes wereopened. However, her friend still looked pale with the oxygen maskcovering her mouth.

Amelia walked closer to her and exclaimed, “Tiff, you're finally awake. Iwas so afraid for you!"

Tiffany could not move any part of her body, but she did blink atAmelia, which indicated that she was fine.

Amelia did not know whether to laugh or cry at that. Finally, she said,“Tiff, if not for you, my child and I may not be alive today. You're mychild's savior. Thank you!”

Tiffany attempted to move her arms but she had no strength at all. Sheshook her head slightly but this little movement shocked Amelia.“Don't move, Tiff! You barely survived this ordeal; what if somethinghappened if you moved?” Amelia immediately stopped her.

Tiffany merely looked at her quietly. After a brief moment, Ameliacaved in. “Fine, I said the wrong thing just now. We're family, and weshouldn't say this kind of unpleasant things.”

Tiffany kept blinking her eyes blithely.

In response, Amelia smiled. The gloom in her heart dissipated.

The next day, Oscar went to the hospital and instructed Amelia to meethim outside her room. Dispassionately, he said, “I'm going toColdbridge. When I return, we'll discuss the divorce. Your friend is finenow, and I've asked James to pay special attention to her, so you don'thave to worry about that.”

When she heard that, she was slightly disappointed. She had thoughtthat when Oscar rushed to her, it meant that there was hope for theirmarriage. Turned out her feelings were not reciprocated.

However, she could not ignore the fact that he had helped her withTiffany, so she smiled and said, “You should go on with your work, Mr.Clinton. Just give me a call when you reach Coldbridge.”

He nodded. “Take care.”

She nodded and watched him as he left without even turning back.Amelia smiled bitterly to herself when he had truly vanished from hersight. Caressing her belly, she whispered, “Baby, your Dad is bent ondivorcing me. Seems like it's just gonna be you and me from now on,buddy.”

Suddenly her phone rang, derailing her train of thought. It was Oscar.She raised her eyebrows in confusion as they had been apart for barelyten minutes. She picked up the phone only to hear his domineeringvoice say, “I've already hired the best lawyer for your accident. When webring the culprit to court, I'll make sure that the guy loses everythingthat he has.”

“No...” need. Before she could finish her sentence, he had already hungup.

Amelia smiled wryly and thought to herself, This is really the way Oscaris. Everything has to be done according to his whims and fancies. It waslike that when we got married, and he was also the one that decided onthe divorce. It's as if I have no say in this entire matter at all.

How did I fall in love with such a domineering man?

Anyway, it's too late for me to think of all these things now.

She then composed her emotions and walked into her room.

Soon, one month had whizzed past them and Tiffany could remove heroxygen mask. She could also finally eat some soft food.

Amelia had her helper Molly prepare some nutritious food to bring tothe hospital.

With a pleasant smile on her kindly face, Molly brought her meal intothe hospital room and said to Tiffany, “Ms. Winters, I've brought yousome food. How do you feel today?”

Tiffany raised her skinny arm that looked devoid of muscle and replied,“Molly, I've become as strong as an ox thanks to your excellent dishes.”Clearly, Molly really liked Tiffany's personality. She laughed andanswered, “You're such a jokester, Ms. Winters. I've been cooking allkinds of food for you this month, and you've been eating quite a lot.However, I don't see you putting on any weight at all. You must be likeMrs. Clinton, the type that never puts on weight.”

Tiffany giggled as she sat cross-legged on the bed and asked, “So whatdid you prepare for me today, Molly?”

“I made you some beef and vegetable soup, together with a couple ofside dishes.”

Tiffany laughed out loud. “I've been craving beef and vegetable soup!Thank you, Molly, you've read my mind. I'm sure I'll have put on a fewpounds when I leave the hospital. While others lose weight in thehospital, I'll be the only one gaining.”

“A few pounds wouldn't hurt you. You're so skinny now, just like Mrs.Clinton. It's good to look a little plumper, and you'd look healthier too,”Molly said as she scooped a bowl of soup for her.

“Molly, it's the trend to be skinny these days. Everyone can't bear tohave an ounce of fat on them. However, I do prefer to be plumper, justthat I can't put on weight no matter what.”

Molly replied disapprovingly, “That's the thing, all you young people goon crash diets blindly and end up looking all skin and bones. You couldbe blown away with just a gust of wind.”

Tiffany burst out laughing and gave her a thumbs up. “Molly, you've hitthe nail on the head.”

Molly liked Tiffany a little more now.

Tiffany munched happily on the beef and said, “Molly, you've reallychanged my palate this month. After I had your cooking, I realized thatI've been eating crap before this. What will I do without you from nowon?”

Molly said, “You can go to Mrs. Clinton, and I'll cook for you too.”

“Ill pass. It is Mr. Clinton's personal space after all. I don't think hewould welcome an outsider like me.”

Molly knew Oscar very well and did not insist further. She merely smiledand said, “If you like my cooking, I'll just ask Mrs. Clinton to bring it toyou when I cook more.”

Tiffany smiled. “You're the best, Molly!"

Actually, Tiffany was far from being a bad cook. In fact, her cooking wason par with five-star hotels. However, she just enjoyed basking insomeone else's care and concern. Even though she earned enough as afreelance writer, she was incredibly introverted. She kept to herself somuch that she did not have many friends apart from her editors.Tiffany had just finished eating when Amelia came in. “You're alreadyeating?”

Tiffany smiled. “Amelia, you're just a tad bit late. Molly's cooking isgetting better and I'm getting addicted. In fact, I'm sad that I won't beable to eat all this delicious food after I'm discharged from thehospital.”

Amused, Amelia offered, “Why don't I lend Molly to you? However, hersalary is rather high and I don't think you can afford her on your writer'spaycheck.”

Tiffany glanced at her and said, “Are you looking down on me now? I'mstill a bestselling author, and I can sell thousands of novels easily.Therefore, I can still afford a helper. Molly, Mrs. Clinton has already soldyou to me, so just name a price. I can't wait to be an empress and bewaited on hand and foot.”

Like a kind parent, Molly watched them as they argued. She then smiledand said, “Mrs. Clinton, I'll leave you to chat with Ms. Winters. I'll headback first.”

“Take your time, Molly. You don't have to bring lunch for Tiff later,”Amelia said.

Molly laughed. “That was just a little banter. Are you really stopping mefrom bringing food to Ms. Winters?”

Amelia replied, “Don't misunderstand me, Molly. I'm getting herdischarged from the hospital this afternoon, and that's why you don'thave to send a meal to her.”

"So soon?”

Amelia nodded. “I've just asked the doctor, and he said she’s basicallyrecovered. She can go home to rest now.”