Love You Enough to Leave You
Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Amelia merely looked at him blankly.

Oscar lowered his head and bit her lips to the point it bled. "Or do you prefer this?"

Despair replaced the blankness in her gaze. Her lips moved, yet nothing came out of it in the end.

From Carter Scott to Oscar Clinton, she'd only ever been in love with those two men. Carter had appeared during her innocent years. Back then, he fulfilled her fantasy of a prince charming. At that tender age, which girl wouldn't wish for a prince to rescue her from the abyss of suffering? It was then that Carter Scott appeared.

At that time, she only dared to have a crush on him. Even though Carter had hinted at her several times, she never had the courage to make the first move. The difference between them hadn't been insignificant. Although everyone said they looked compatible with their appearance, the contrast between their family background discouraged her. They hovered around each other for years until her graduation, and she entered the Scott Group with his help. Perhaps without his family's interference, she could've gotten together with him. But what's happened had happened. Many years passed. She and Carter could no longer return to how they were before.

Even if she were to divorce Oscar, it was impossible between Carter and her. She couldn't get out of that hurdle as too many things had happened. The damage between them was irreparable.

Amelia was feeling complicated inside. To say she wasn't feeling bitter would be lying. She hadn't even reached thirty years old, yet had experienced so many things that people her age hadn't. If it wasn't for the little one in her belly, she probably would have collapsed. She might also move to an isolated small town and end her life after divorcing Oscar.

In a trance, Amelia's eyes reddened and tears flowed down her cheeks.

Looking at her tears, Oscar's heart ached. But at the thought that she could be crying for the man in the photograph, his heartache turned into irritability and anger.

He wiped the tears with his thumb and said, "Why are you crying?"

Amelia looked at him through her tear-filled eyes, her voice croaking. "Would you feel sorry for me when I cry?" "No." At least not now.

His words made her feel slightly hopeless. She smiled bitterly. "You're straightforward as always, Mr. Clinton." Pinching her chin, he said, "Don't change the subject. Be honest. When did you hook up with Carter Scott?"

She glanced at him briefly and decided to go all out. "Mr. Clinton is aware of that fact that I love money, right? Whoever gives me money, I'll give them my body. It just so happens Carter Scott has money. How could I let such a good opportunity slip away?"

Oscar's eyes were burning in rage, his grip on her chin tightening. "Amelia Winters, you're the most repulsive woman I've ever met," he spat out coldly.

"Thank you for your praise."

"If the photos had been sent to my parents, remember to explain to my mom clearly. I don't want you to pollute her ears on top of dirtying her eyes," Oscar ordered, moving away from her body. Amelia asked in distress, "You sent the photos to them?"

"They're my parents, for God's sake. I'm not that vile. I wouldn't want the whole world to know I've been made a cuckold either."

Amelia knew, if Olivia and Owen were to receive the photographs, it could only be the work of Jennifer Larson.

She dropped her head and concealed the emotions in her eyes. "I'll explain the photographs to your mom."

"In this family, mom is the one who truly dotes on you. Don't upset her."

A trace of guilt flashed in Amelia's eyes. She had the urge to explain herself. She had been misunderstood too many times. She didn't want Oscar to continue misunderstanding her nor Olivia to view her as an unrestrained woman.

If the photographs were sent to the Clintons, she feared it would cause a huge wave.

One wrong step, and she could really be thrown out of the Clintons. It wasn't as if she wanted to cling onto them. She merely didn't want to be kicked out in such a pathetic way.

Having mixed feelings, Amelia stood from up the couch and walked toward Oscar. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and said, "Mr. Clinton, listen to me. It really isn't what you think. Please believe me."

Oscar shook off her hands and pushed her away. He turned around and regarded her coldly. "Amelia Winters, how shameless can you be?"

She froze, her heart bleeding once again. "Do you still refuse to believe me?"

"You could sell yourself for money, how do you expect me to believe you? Amelia Winters, I don't wish to touch you right now because I replace you filthy. Heck, I don't even want to be in the same space as you. Tomorrow, if you wish to explain it to my parents, don't expect me to speak up for you." Having said his piece, Oscar turned to go upstairs.

Amelia flopped down on the couch in a dazed manner. An unknown amount of time passed before she reached for her bag shakily, taking a long time to replace her phone. Her hands trembled as she dialed a number.

As soon as the call connected, she choked out, "Tiff, my heart hurts, and I don't feel so well. Will you come over?"

"What's wrong with you, Amelia? Give me a while, I'll head over right now."

Amelia hung up the phone, sitting in a daze on the couch.

Tiffany arrived within thirty minutes. Amelia went to answer the door as the doorbell rang incessantly. Seeing how pale Amelia was, Tiffany flinched. "What's wrong?"

Amelia merely smiled before her whole body slumped against Tiffany.

Taken aback, Tiffany asked again, "Amelia, what happened?"

But Amelia gave no response.

Tiffany anxiously yelled, "Oscar Clinton! Oscar Clinton, are you home? Are you home? You better come out! Amelia's fainted!"

Oscar dashed down the stairs with heavy steps. "What happened to her?"

"Are you blind?

She's fainted. Hurry and carry her to the hospital. If she or the baby were to have anything happen to them, I'll never let you off!" Tiffany shouted hysterically.

In one swift move, Oscar swept Amelia up and ran to the elevator. Fortunately, it opened the moment he arrived.

The three of them entered and left the elevator very quickly. Oscar carried Amelia into his car and said to Tiffany, "Look after her."

Tiffany rolled her eyes, refusing to give him any response.

Oscar didn't mind her silence, wasting no time to take the driver's seat. He whipped out his phone and dialed. "Robert, it's me. Something happened to Amelia. Please get the hospital to prepare for the best doctor on stand-by."

Having said that, he hung up right away.

As it was late in the night, there were hardly any vehicles on the road. Oscar drove as fast as he could, running through several red lights along the way.

A team of medical personnel was already waiting when they arrived. Oscar stopped the car and went to the backseat to carry Amelia, moving her to the stretcher the hospital had already arranged.

Amelia was taken into the operating theatre. Oscar and Tiffany stood waiting on the outside. Angrily, Tiffany looked at Oscar. "What exactly did you do to Amelia that caused her to faint? If something happens to her, I swear I'll fight you as if my life depends on it!"

Leaning against the wall, Oscar spat out, "Shut up!"

Tiffany was so enraged she almost couldn't catch her breath. She pointed a trembling finger at him. "Are you human, Oscar Clinton? How exactly is she not good enough for you to hurt her repeatedly?" Oscar remained silent.

Inhaling a deep breath, Tiffany calmed herself down and said, "Oscar Clinton, you're cruel enough. If something happens to Amelia, I wouldn't let you off either."

"You're too noisy. Can you shut up?"

She forced herself to take deep breaths. "Oscar Clinton, can I ask you a question?"

He shot a single glance at her. "Speak."

"Can you tell me, what exactly did you do to Amelia in these short three hours that could cause her to end up in the hospital?" Tiffany's tone had considerably calmed down.

"That's between us."

"Can you be a man for once?" She inhaled another deep breath.

Oscar sat down on the chair, ignoring Tiffany's endless chatter.

She tried again and said, "Oscar Clinton, do you know that Amelia is true to you? If she wasn't, she would have never kept the baby. She told me the baby's the product of your love even though she was well aware you have no feelings for her."

Oscar's heart throbbed.

With her eyes red, Tiffany continued, "Oscar Clinton, the woman in there is your wife. No matter what she did wrong, shouldn't you have been a little more tolerant? Was there a need to cause her to faint? If I hadn't been there in time and something happened to her or the baby, wouldn't you be upset at all?”

She raised her hand to wipe the fallen tears. "But I guess, for an emotionless being like you, how could you possibly understand Amelia? Trust her to try in vain to love you, yet you treated her this way..." "Stop telling me about her feelings for me!" Oscar abruptly stood up and yelled without restraint.

Tiffany flinched. Seeing the redness in his eyes, she swallowed the words she was about to say.

"Tiffany, on the account that you're her friend, I've been more than tolerant toward you, Stop telling me about her feelings, or else I'll make your life in this city miserable."

"Amelia clearly has feelings for you! Why are you afraid to hear me talk about it?" Tiffany was agitated. "Amelia's been wholehearted to you. She's carrying your child. Is that not enough to prove her love for you?"

"It's not certain whether or not her child belongs to me," Oscar stated with a grim face.

Tiffany was taken aback at first, but fury immediately took over. "Oscar Clinton, have some conscience! If it isn't your child, whose could it be?"

"She loves money that much. It could be anyone's."

Tiffany raised her hand to slap him, but her wrist was caught by him.

Indignant, she glared at him. "Oscar Clinton, for a man to deny your own child, karma will hit you one day!"

"I'll personally arrange a DNA test after she's given birth. If the child's mine, I'll acknowledge it. Otherwise, I won't raise that bastard."

Tiffany's body shook in rage. She forced herself to take deep breaths to calm herself down and said, "Mr. Clinton, do you have any idea how hurtful your words are? Amelia may look like a hussy, but she's devoted in love. You've been married to her for years. Don't you know that well yourself?"

Oscar returned to his seat and kept quiet once again.

Before Tiffany could say another word, the lights above the operating theatre dimmed, and the door opened. She rushed forward, clutching the doctor, and asked worriedly, "Doctor, how is Amelia?"