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.

As he sat in his car, he made use of his connections to check Emma's whereabouts. Soon, he received news that she had gone to Anglandur.

He slumped against the car seat, a sense of uneasiness rising in his heart. To him, Emma was just a woman who depended on men for a living. Except for a decent appearance, she didn't have any other strengths at all. She was jobless all these years. Aside from the clothes and bags he gifted her, she didn't receive much money from him either. It stood to reason that she simply didn't have much money to go to Anglandur to splurge. But now, she has gone there. Who's the one backing her?

When the person tasked to check Emma's whereabouts told Noah that she met with Oscar before she left and that the two talked for nearly half an hour before Oscar came out of the café, Noah couldn't sit still anymore. If Emma has ridden on Oscar's coattails, with the ways

Oscar does things, I'm afraid he already knows about my secrets.

Thousands of thoughts raced through Noah's mind within a few seconds.

He thought of all the worst-case scenarios, but he still couldn't figure out why Oscar would help Emma. The ringing of his phone got Noah out of his head.

He took it out and saw that it was Stephanie calling.

Taking a deep breath, he answered the phone and said patiently, "Steph."

Vexed, Stephanie questioned, "Noah, where are you? Don't tell me you're at the company now. I went there to find you, but I didn't see you. Did you go to that vixen?"

When Noah heard that, his temples throbbed as he tried his best to suppress the burning rage in his heart.

"Steph, I'm outside discussing a collaboration with clients. If you don't believe me, you can come here. I'll give you the address." Noah guilt-tripped her.

As expected,

Stephanie's tone of voice turned for the better when he said that.

"If you're really having a business discussion, I'll stop scolding you. Mom called and asked us to have dinner with them later. You'd better behave well for me. My mom has a negative impression of you," she said bluntly.

"That's all. I'm hanging up now."

While Noah stared at his phone screen, his countenance was as dark as coal.

I've unintentionally spoiled Stephanie too much. She's becoming more and more willful. She doesn't even have the slightest respect for me when I'm her husband! If I don't establish my dominance, she'll act all high and mighty and have her way with me.

No matter how angry Noah was, he still dressed up to accompany Stephanie to the Clinton residence. After parking the car, Stephanie glanced sideways at Noah and ordered, "Treat me better later. Don't let my parents feel that you're a hypocrite." He raised his hand and patted her head. "Steph, Emma was an ex-lover I had before I married you. I believe Dad and Mom will understand. However, if you keep harping on that, I'll get tired and think that you're misunderstanding truly exhausted, that will be the end of our marriage." Stephanie's face fell. "Noah, what do you mean by that? my passionate love for you. When I'm Do you want to divorce me?"

He chuckled bitterly before replying, "Steph, you know how I feel. I married you because I want to live a good life with you, and I will do my best to pamper you, for fear that you will feel mistreated. I love you so much, yet you keep doubting that I'm faking it. If that's the case, we might as well get a divorce." "Don't you dare," she huffed. Noah spoke in a distressed tone. "Don't be riled up! I didn't say that to make you angry. I just want to let you know that I married you not for the influence of your family. I simply wanted to marry you because it's you."

Stephanie's dark expression faded as she looked at him with an unfathomable look.

Suddenly, she withdrew her hand and opened the car door, totally ignoring Noah.

His hand stopped in mid-air as a gloomy look emerged on his face.