Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 110

“It’s hard to say. Let’s wait for the doctor’s diagnosis first.”

Amelia glanced at Oscar dubiously. She was surprised that he could be so calm upon hearing about Cassie’s accident. Is he pretending to be calm on purpose, or is he just cold-hearted by nature? If it’s the latter, then he’s one hell of a heartless man.

Based on how much she knew about him, she would rather he was pretending to be strong on purpose.

Although Amelia did not like seeing him sad because of another woman, if a man could be indifferent toward something major happening to the woman he loved, then such a man would be absolutely terrifying.

“Aren’t you worried, Mr. Clinton?” Amelia probed him.

Oscar pulled her into his arms. “Don’t fret about it. If I act too worried, won’t you get jealous?”

Amelia’s suppressed emotions only got stronger.

“Mr. Clinton, the fact that you’re so calm about this is freaking me out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not sure how to put it, but I think your reaction isn’t quite right.”

“Do you think I’m being too cold?”

Amelia nodded frankly.

Oscar could not decide whether he should laugh or cry. “Ah, Women… I swear, I can never understand your train of thought. If I worry too much, you’ll say I’m overly worried about other women. If I’m calm, you’ll say I’m being cold-hearted.”

The strange feeling in Amelia’s heart had yet to dissipate.

“Mr. Clinton, I’m just…”

Oscar placed his hand over her mouth. “Alright, that’s enough. Don’t say anything that would make me mad.”

Amelia leaned into his embrace. She no longer bothered to guess how Oscar really felt toward Cassie.

The two sat quietly on the bench. Time slowly ticked away, and in the blink of an eye, the operation had gone on for three hours.

Amelia stared at the red light outside the operating room and frowned. Then, she struck up a conversation with Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, I think you should tell the Yard family about this. Otherwise, if anything happens to Ms. Yard, I’m afraid you won’t be able to explain to them.”

Oscar considered it and nodded in agreement. “I’ll get my chauffeur to take you home first. You’re with child, and it’s way past lunchtime. You going hungry won’t be doing any good for the baby’s development.”

Amelia gave it some thought and nodded faintly.

She initially wanted to wait with Oscar but considering his relationship with Cassie, it would turn out awkward if she stayed. She was the legal wife, and Cassie the mistress. Currently, the mistress was in the operating room, possibly having a difficult delivery. If she stayed, the Yard family might get emotional when they arrive.

In a love triangle, someone was bound to get hurt.

Amelia shot Oscar a look fraught with emotions. This man is so exceptional that two equally exceptional women actually got jealous, became rivals, and even loathed each other, all because they’re pining for him.

They said women were nothing but trouble, but sometimes it was more likely that the men were the bringers of bad luck.

Before Amelia left, she said to Oscar, “Mr. Clinton, do be careful. If anything happens, give me a call.”

“What? Are you afraid that your husband will get beaten up or something?” Oscar quipped, amused.

Amelia gave him a side-eye. “What happened to Cassie was extremely serious. You should know that the Yard family won’t let this matter go so easily. After all, their daughter’s pregnant with your kid.”

Oscar replied as he stroked her face, “You’re such a worrywart. Be careful now, or you might become an old hag when you’re not even that old yet!”

Amelia glared at him.

“Fine, I know you’re worried about me. Please go home. I’ll give you updates on Cassie’s condition,” Oscar deliberately said so to soothe her.

Amelia left the hospital after that.

She got into her car. Still feeling worried, she gave Olivia a call.

After the call got through, Olivia’s motherly voice sounded from the other side, “Hi, Amelia.”

“Mom, have you taken your lunch?” Amelia asked.

“I had it at eleven. What about you?”

“Not yet. I’ll eat something later.”

“It’s late, Amelia. Why haven’t you eaten yet?” Olivia asked, already anxious. “Where are you now? I’ll get the maid to prepare some food and send them your way. What’s Molly been doing? Hasn’t she cooked anything for you?”