Love You Enough to Leave You novel Chapter 130

She stopped talking and slept through the rest of the ride. Very soon, they arrived back at the hospital. Amelia unbuckled her seat belt before suggesting, “Mr. Clinton, it’s pretty late now. Why not you go grab lunch first? I’ll meet you back later.” There was no response. The next moment, he got out of the car purposefully. She was slightly taken aback by his behavior, but exited the car as well. Outside, Oscar had both his hands in his pocket. “Let’s go.” “Mr. Clinton, perhaps if you’re hungry you could…” “Hurry up. Mr. Scott is someone I respect. Now that his grandson is awake, it’s only basic courtesy to pay him a visit.” That makes sense. Amelia trailed behind him at a distance.

Oscar turned and grabbed her by the waist. “Walk with me.” Outside the ward, he knocked on the door. Jennifer was surprised by his appearance, but she kept her expression neutral. “Come on in.” Before they entered, Amelia whispered, “Mr. Clinton, you can let go of me now. Many people, including Mr. Scott, are inside. It’s embarrassing to appear in this manner.” Unsurprisingly, her words fell on deaf ears. His grip only tightened further. “Let’s go in.” She was helpless against his stubborn personality, so she allowed him to lead her into the ward. Carter, who had been laying lethargically on the hospital bed, brightened up upon seeing Amelia. Just as quickly, his expression darkened when he saw Oscar’s hand on her.

Despite so, he could not contain his excitement. “Amelia, you’re here!” Both Oscar and Amelia approached him. “Hey Carter, Ms. Larson told me you were awake, so Oscar and I thought to drop by and visit you.” Carter gazed at her tenderly. “Amelia, you visited me while I was still unconscious, didn’t you? I remember you said that if I wake up, I’ll get a chance to pursue you again. Can I hold your word for it?” Clearly, he had crossed the line. The atmosphere in the ward turned awkward. Abel coughed a few times to remind him. “Carter, you’ve just regained consciousness. The doctor instructed you to get plenty of rest. Why not take a nap after you finish your meal?” “Granddad, I feel ok.”

He faced Amelia while repeating once more, “Amelia, that chance you mention, it’s real. Isn’t it?” Amelia was put on a spot. Those words were just her half-hearted attempt to encourage Carter to wake up. Never in her wildest dream did she expect him to hear it. She could only curse herself for her plight. Meanwhile, Carter’s words triggered the possessiveness within Oscar. He tightened his grip on her. “Mr. Carter, I understand your infatuation with my wife. After all, she is a very charming lady with a long line of suitors. Regretfully for everyone else, our relationship’s going strong, and will be expecting a child soon.

It’s high time you give up.” Carter retorted, “Amelia has given me permission to be her child’s godfather. I’ll treat him or her like my flesh and blood. Don’t worry, my bond with Amelia will only grow stronger.” His words were undoubtedly a direct confrontation with him. Abel frowned. Meanwhile, Mrs. Scott went by her son’s side to diffuse the tension. “Carter, you’ve just regained your consciousness, so your mind is probably confused. Let’s save the jokes for a later day. You need to rest.” Carter understood not to go any further. “Mom, I’m fine. It’s just been a long time since I last saw Amelia, so I can’t resist the urge to speak more with her.” The next moment, Oscar started, “Seeing how Mr. Carter is being all lively, he’s probably recovering really well.

Looks like Amelia can set her heart at ease now.” He gazed towards her, voice gentle, “Honey, am I right?” Amelia nodded her head helplessly. Oscar and Carter had always been at loggerheads with each other, so she tried to divert their attention. “Carter, take care of yourself. You won’t blame us for not bringing any fruit baskets, right? We kinda came here in a hurry.” Carter chuckled lightly. “Of course not! There’s plenty of fruits here: bananas, grapes, apples… Which do you want? I’ll peel it for you.” Amelia smiled awkwardly, trying her best to avoid his passionate gaze. “I haven’t had lunch so I’ll pass on the fruits.” “What! Look at how late it is now. You haven’t had lunch?”