Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 795

Chapter 795

In the middle of the night, Noah went to the apartment where he and Emma lived, but when he got there, there was no one in the pitch-black house.

Noah's expression turned more grim.

He called Emma a dozen times before she answered the phone.

"Emma, why are you not at home?" Noah asked in an irritated tone.

Emma sneered, "I'm at the hospital. You broke my finger. Can't I have it checked?"

When he heard her response, guilt swelled within him.

"Which hospital are you at? I'll go over to you now."

"There's no need for you to come. I'm heading back."

With that, Emma ended the call.

Glancing at the phone screen, Noah felt a little lost, but he didn't think he had done anything wrong. Everything he did was for the future of him and Emma. He believed she would understand his current intentions once he got to expand Walker Group and give Emma everything she wanted.

Emma came back with a pale face, and her hand was bandaged thickly.

"Emma, how are you?" Noah held her hand, his heart aching. "Did the doctor say your finger will heal?"

"You stomped it to pieces. The doctor said that there is no possibility of recovery, so I received a finger transplant. How does it look? It fits perfectly, right?" Emma took back her hand, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Noah put on a pained expression. "Emma, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just pretending in front of Steph, but I didn't really intend to break your finger. Nevertheless, it's all right now. The transplanted finger looks perfect, so I don't feel as guilty now."

Emma's eyes flickered with mockery.

She also lost the affection she once had in the past. To her surprise, Oscar had kept his promise. Shortly after she left, a sum of money had been transferred to her account. With the money, she could change her identity and go abroad. When I make myself stronger with this money, I'll return to the country again, witness Noah's downfall, and watch him as he grovels and begs for my forgiveness.

"Noah, I'm tired. I just want to go upstairs to take a shower and go to bed. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense," Emma said petulantly.

Feeling somewhat flustered, Noah grabbed her hand and asked, "Emma, what do you mean?"

"I mean, I don't want to play hide-and-seek with a good- for-nothing loser like you anymore," she derided.

His countenance changed as he gritted his teeth. "Who did you call a loser?"

Emma looked at him disdainfully and uttered word by word, "Is there anyone else here besides the two of us? You keep saying that you love me, but you didn't even dare to let out a fart in front of Stephanie. You even broke my finger. What else could you be if not a loser?"

Noah's face contorted in fury as he grabbed her neck and said agitatedly, "Don't call me a loser. I'm doing all this for our future."

Having been lifted off her feet, Emma slapped his hands vigorously. However, she didn't expect the grip on her neck to become even tighter. Before long, she lost consciousness.

Only then did Noah snap back to his senses and let go of her. Hands trembling in shock, he checked her breathing, but there was none.

He was so frightened that he slumped to the ground, murmuring in a state of shock, "Impossible. This is impossible. How can someone die in just one second?"

The ringing phone in his pocket startled him just then.

He hurriedly took out his phone and saw that it was Stephanie calling him. After taking a look at Emma, who was lying on the ground, he answered the phone hesitantly. "Hi, Steph."

Stephanie barked angrily on the other end of the phone,

"Where are you now? It's in the middle of the night, yet I can't find you. Have you gone to that b*tch? I'll go over there now. If I find out that the two of you are together, we shall see how I'll deal with you two."

He smiled. "Steph, I just came out to buy you some sour food. Didn't you say you wanted to eat some before you went to sleep earlier? I drove around but couldn't find any. I'll go back now. Stay at home, okay? If anything were to happen to you, my heart will ache."

"All right, then. I'll wait for you at home. I know you won't have the guts to go to Emma anyway."

After comforting Stephanie, Noah hung up the phone.

Calmly, he glanced at Emma, who was still lying on the ground. With a somewhat sad tone, he said, "Emma, don't blame me. I didn't do that on purpose. I will come back again once I placate Steph. I don't want you to die either."

With that said, he left quickly. Unexpectedly, Emma, who was supposed to be dead, opened her eyes slowly and watched him leave, a sense of hatred glimmering in her eyes.

She slowly got up from the ground and raised her hand to stroke her sore neck. If I hadn't cleverly played dead just now, I would've really been a lifeless corpse now. Noah is more ruthless than I thought. If Stephanie hadn't called him, God knows what he would do to me while I was playing possum just now. This man is so scary! We've been together for almost ten years, yet he didn't shed a single tear when he saw me dead.

Emma then ran upstairs to pack her things before smashing the mirrors and chairs in the bedroom and destroying everything else, making the house look as though it had been robbed.

When all of that was done, she pulled her suitcase with her and drove out of the neighborhood late at night.

She then found a random hotel to stay overnight and called Oscar at ten o'clock the next day.

"Mr. Clinton, I'm really sorry. I want to leave as soon as possible. I wonder if the alternate identity you arranged for me is ready? Noah wanted to kill me last night. If I stay here, I will die at his hands sooner or later. You are the only one who can help me now," Emma said nervously and swallowed hard.

Oscar merely replied indifferently, "Where are you now?"

She told him the address.

"Okay. Stay there, and I'll let someone pick you up."

After Oscar hung up, Emma stared at the phone. She was on pins and needles as she had no idea what Oscar would do. I can't trust anyone now. A seemingly kind person who is helping me might end my life in the next second.

Nevertheless, she knew that if Oscar wanted to kill her, he only needed to give his order. He wouldn't even need to do it himself.

That thought calmed her nerves.