Love You Enough to Leave You novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170 Will You Stop Making A Fuss

Molly wiped Amelia’s tears off gently and said in a loving voice, “Don’t cry anymore, sweetie, just come and talk to me anytime. I may be getting old, but that means I can give better advice too.”

Amelia started feeling rather embarrassed.

She sat up straight once again and asked, “I’m so sorry, Molly. That was unreasonable of me.”

Molly chuckled. “All I saw was a cute and loveable version of you. You weren’t being unreasonable at all.”

At that, Amelia giggled as well.

“Mrs. Clinton, I think you should ask Mr. Clinton to come down for breakfast before he’s late for work,” Molly said.

Amelia’s smile suddenly froze on her face. Molly noticed Amelia’s awkwardness and immediately understood. “Has Mr. Clinton already left?”

Amelia nodded, trying to act nonplussed.

However, Molly could already tell she was bothered.

“Did the two of you argue?”

Amelia almost wished they’d argued instead. But Oscar had never given Amelia a chance to argue about anything. He was always giving her almost everything she could ever ask for, and she was always just accepting it. It almost seemed like she was just someone he could buy off with money.

If only Oscar actually placed me first for once, I wouldn’t have to be so paranoid. It wasn’t even the first time that Oscar hadn’t prioritized me, so why did it hurt so much more this time around?

Maybe it was because their relationship had deepened after yesterday, and she couldn’t treat Oscar as some financial backer anymore.

“No. The company called and said there were urgent documents that he needed to sign, so he rushed off without eating. I was worried that he would get gastritis, so I guess I became a little paranoid.” Amelia randomly strung together.

Molly could tell she wasn’t telling the truth, but she simply let it be and replied, “I thought you two had an argument! If that’s the case, I can whip up a quick focaccia sandwich, and you can bring it to him later.”

Upon that, Amelia was hesitant.

Oscar’s departure seemed really urgent, and it seemed like Cassie was not doing well. If Amelia went over now, she could probably anger the Yard family, which would end up reflecting on Oscar.

After a torrent of emotions, Amelia finally shook her head. “It’s alright. He’s working, and I don’t want to disturb him.”

Despite that, Molly packed up some food for her and chuckled. “I think Mr. Clinton would love it if you visited him at work. He may not say it directly, but he really cares about you. Even when he’s not home, he calls me to ask if you’ve eaten and if you’re feeling alright.”

At her words, Amelia cheered up a little and asked, “Really?”

“Would I have to lie about something like that?” Molly smiled.

Amelia’s foul mood finally dissipated.

“Feeling better, Mrs. Clinton?”

Amelia nodded, a little embarrassed.

Molly was glad, but she still felt worried for Amelia. She could tell that Amelia had fallen deeply for Oscar, but she wasn’t sure if she could say the same for him. On the one hand, he had his old lover, and on the other, he had his wife of almost five years. Men were peculiar creatures in that they never treasured something until they lost it. Thus, Molly was worried that Oscar was in the same situation and that he was unable to see how much Amelia loved him.

Hopefully, Mr. Clinton would know better than other men and wouldn’t choose the woman who once left him behind. If he did choose her, Mrs. Clinton, who truly loved him, would get hurt, and he’d lose his chance at a regular happy marriage.

“Eat up, Mrs. Clinton. You’re barely showing even though you’re almost seven and a half months pregnant.”

Amelia took another bite at the bacon paired with some eggs and some homemade focaccia bread. It was savory with a hint of fragrance from the garlic and herbs. Pairing with the runny yolk, it tasted just like heaven. “This is delicious, Molly. You could compete with a five-star restaurant at this point. I can’t even imagine being this good at cooking,” she praised.

Molly felt incredibly happy at Amelia’s compliments.

“Mrs. Clinton, you were born into a good life. All you have to do is go out there and enjoy yourself! Buy all the clothes you want, and leave the cooking to people like me,” Molly said.

“Please don’t say that. Sometimes I start feeling like cooking is more fun than shopping, but my skills are far from comparable to yours,” Amelia chuckled.

While the atmosphere in the house was starting to lighten up, it was the opposite at the hospital.