Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251 In A State Of Emotional Collapse

When Oscar returned home and saw Amelia in that condition, his face darkened. He quickly walked toward her, wishing to hold her hand but not daring to do so for fear of hurting her.

Suppressing his anger, he questioned in a deep voice, “What happened to your hand?”

 

Amelia lifted her uninjured right hand and touched his cheek, saying, “Oscar, calm down. I fell on my left hand accidentally. My bone is fractured, but the doctor said I’d recover in three months. Don’t worry about it.”

Despite her words of consolation, Oscar still looked grim. He stared at her bandaged left hand without saying a word.

 

 

 

His expression deterred her from explaining the situation, even though she had already thought of an excuse earlier.

 

“How did you get hurt? Tell me the truth,” he demanded with a stern face.

 

Amelia lowered her head in response.

 

Oscar stretched out his arm and forcefully lifted her chin. “How did you get hurt? Huh?”

 

 

 

As Amelia looked into his eyes, her lips twitched, but she still could not muster a coherent response.

 

 

“Amelia, don’t lie to me.”

 

At his plea, she yielded and confessed in the end as though she had made a mistake. “I was distracted when I was walking down the stairs, and I accidentally missed a step. Then, I ended up like this. Oscar, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to hurt myself.”

 

Oscar sighed as a hint of distress flashed across his eyes.

 

Carefully wrapping his arms around her, he asked, “Does it hurt a lot?”

 

Amelia stretched out her right arm and wrapped it around his waist before she said softly, “It won’t hurt if you’re here, but your expression frightened me.”

 

At that, Oscar let out a sigh. Amelia was his weak spot. If she gave in, his attitude would soften as well.

 

He clearly knew that she was not telling the truth about the incident. However, looking at the pitiful look on her face, he could not bring himself to berate her.

 

“Did the doctor say anything about your hand?” he asked.

 

Leaning against his chest, Amelia shook her head. “The doctor said that my bone is fractured, and it’s not very serious. Tiff was just too anxious that she asked someone to bandage my hand like this, which made my injury look much more grievous. It actually doesn’t hurt that much.”

 

Oscar secretly let out a sigh. He knew that Amelia was lying, but he could not bear to expose her. She’s racking her brain to make up an excuse in order to make me feel better. How could I pressure her?

 

In spite of the thoughts running in his mind, he stroked her hair and said, “You’re so clumsy, constantly hurting yourself. I’ll send two other bodyguards to protect you. Otherwise, I’ll be worried.”

 

Amelia quickly shook her head. “No, Oscar. I spend most of my time at home, so it’s a waste of manpower to have them follow me. Moreover, I would feel uneasy with them around me, so forget it.”

 

“Don’t make me worry, hmm?”

 

“The bodyguards around you are all outstanding men. Aren’t you afraid that they might attract my attention if you assign them to be around me?” she asked teasingly.

 

Oscar fell silent.

 

Almost all the bodyguards around him were men. At the thought of Anthony clinging to Kurt, he became hesitant.

 

“All right. Let’s just forget about the bodyguards. I really don’t need them,” Amelia said coquettishly as she blinked her eyes.

 

After her persuasion, Oscar finally gave in.

 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The maid outside the door said, “Mr. Oscar, Ms. Amelia, the meal is ready. Mrs. Clinton wants both of you to go down for dinner.”

 

“All right,” Oscar answered.

 

Amelia got up and was about to go, but Oscar stopped her. Puzzled, she turned around and looked at him.

 

“Your hand is injured. I’ll go down and get some food up here. You can also eat more comfortably with me feeding you,” he said.

 

Deep down, Amelia was moved, but she appeared to be nonplussed on the surface. “Oscar, my left hand is injured, but my right hand is fine. I can eat on my own.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Oscar, my hand is injured, but I’m not useless. Stop being so cautious. I’m not a fragile porcelain doll,” Amelia said while smiling, yet her heart was aching.

 

When I’m completely blind, I think I’ll be less than a fragile porcelain doll.

 

Oscar covered her eyes with his hand and consoled in a deep voice, “Don’t overthink. I’m here for you.”

 

Putting her right hand on the back of his hand, she smiled. “I’m not afraid because you’re here with me.”

 

She was only afraid that she might lose Oscar one day.

 

Still smiling, Amelia stood up and said, “Oscar, let’s go. Dad and Mom are waiting for us.”

 

Both of them went downstairs and found Owen, Olivia, and Stephanie sitting at the dining table. After the young couple took their seats, Stephanie served a bowl of chicken soup in front of Amelia. “Amelia, I heard from Maggie that your hand is fractured. She cooked this soup for you. You should drink more of it. It’s very effective for your recovery.”

 

Amelia looked at the bowl of chicken soup awkwardly before forcing out her thanks.

 

Olivia then said in concern, “Amelia, you’ve fractured your hand, so drink more chicken soup. I told the cook to prepare it for you. It’s good for your health.”

 

“Thank you, Mom,” Amelia said sincerely.

 

No one asked her how she fractured her hand, merely voicing their concern for her.

 

Perhaps, due to everyone’s concern, Amelia’s appetite greatly improved. Not only did she drink two bowls of chicken soup, but she also ate two portions of meat. Therefore, she was absolutely stuffed after the meal.

 

Seeing that she was too full, Oscar planned to take her out for a stroll. To his surprise, Stephanie forestalled him.