Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 856

Chapter 856 Venting Anger

Oscar took the phone and helped Isabella clean it. “Silly girl, you're the love of my life. Have you seen a man who will give up on his beloved just because of a few pictures?” he asked with a loving look.

Isabella gazed at Oscar, her eyes red. She couldn't tell whether he was being sincere. As she felt guilty, she would be skeptical of things many times, afraid that he would remember clues about his past.

“Are you really afraid that I will live the rest of my life with a woman I don't remember?” Amused, Oscar tapped her nose. “Stop crying. If not, you'll look ugly. I don't remember you being such a crybaby. In my memories, you're a very strong woman. I recall when you were on the brink of death after you got into that car accident. When you woke up, even I cried. Yet, you were still trying to comfort me by saying you were not in pain. Why are you crying so easily now?” Oscar asked casually, but there was a hint of probing in his voice.

Isabella's heart inadvertently skipped a beat.

She quickly wiped her tears and explained, “Oscar, I just love you too much. I'll be okay as long you don't leave me.”

Oscar's gaze darkened. Although he smiled gently at Isabella, there was not a sliver of warmth in his eyes.

I'm starting to get suspicious of Isabella, but there are still many things I'm not sure of, so I can't take action recklessly. I must gradually investigate everything and find out why despite not remembering Amelia, I have many pictures of us on my phone. I want to know whether losing my memories is part of a scheme or if my memories changed unconsciously.

Seeing him deep in thought, Isabella clenched her hands subconsciously. The next moment, she hurriedly grabbed some grapes and said, “Oscar, I'll peel some grapes for you.”

Regaining his senses, Oscar smirked. “Isabella, have you forgotten? I don't like grapes.”

Isabella's hand froze, and a look of embarrassment crossed her face.

Glancing at him, she asked awkwardly, “Really? You never told me before, Oscar. You always ate it when I gave it to you.”

Seeing Oscar deep in thought, Isabella felt her heart pound.

Suddenly, Oscar chuckled and declared, “I was lying, silly girl.”

However, Isabella was not amused, as she felt that Oscar sensed something.

“Oscar, I kept something from you,” she mumbled, lowering her head.

A glint flashed in Oscar's eyes before turning into a warm look. “What's it?”

“Actually, I've been seeing a psychiatrist lately. My psychiatrist told me I was under too much stress, so my memories were all jumbled up. That was why the things I said were very different from reality. Why don't you see my psychiatrist with me? I was very jealous when I saw you living happily with Amelia and was afraid you would forget me. But now, I'm so happy you're finally by my side again, so why don't you go to the psychiatrist with me? I don't want to be mentally ill. I don't want to become a patient.”

Oscar stared at her intently.

Raising her head, Isabella gazed at him adoringly and continued, “Oscar, I feel quite guilty for making you divorce Amelia, but I'm selfish when it comes to love. I feel very conflicted. When I remember how you two were so happy previously, I was afraid you really fell in love with her. Thankfully, the person you love is me. I'm overjoyed that you divorced her for me, so why don't you see my psychiatrist with me? I want a complete version of me to stay by your side.”

Oscar's resolve wavered. As he recalled his past with Isabella, his suspicions about her were replaced by guilt.

“Okay, let's go for your peace of mind. Why didn't you tell me you were seeing a psychiatrist?” Oscar asked, embracing her.

“It's my fault. I don't want you to feel guilty because of me,” Isabella replied tenderly.

Oscar stroked her head as his gaze darkened. Although he was still bothered by the pictures of him with Amelia, he decided to investigate in secret. After all, it was Isabella he should be concerned with now.

The first thing that Amelia saw when she came downstairs with Tony in her arms and Tiffany following behind was the two locked in an embrace.

Raising her hand, Amelia covered Tony's eyes and shook her head at Tiffany, signaling her friend not to get angry and shout. Since Oscar did not recognize Amelia anymore, starting a ruckus would only make her look bad.

Tiffany could only hold in her fury and follow Amelia downstairs. When she passed by Oscar and Isabella, she purposely declared, “Ms. Walker, you'd better keep a good watch over your man. If a mistress as cunning and evil as you appear, you might lose your position.”

Isabella stiffened when she heard that.

As for Oscar, he simply gazed at Amelia musingly as he watched her leave with Tony.

When Amelia and Tiffany left the building, he suddenly pushed Isabella aside before running out and grabbing Amelia's hands.

Just when Amelia was looking at him in confusion, he declared in a firm tone, “Let her carry Tony. I have something to ask you.”

The light in Amelia's eyes immediately dimmed.

I thought he had run out because he remembered something. I can't believe he just did it to say this.

Amelia sighed internally, but she handed Tony to Tiffany anyway and replied, “Let's talk over there.”

The two walked aside while Tiffany, with Tony in her arms, blocked Isabella who also ran out.

“Ms. Walker, stop being so shameless. The love you schemed to get will not last long. Once your lies get exposed, all you have now will vanish,” Tiffany sneered, gazing coldly at Isabella.

Isabella also stared at Tiffany with equal coldness and chuckled. “I bet you're just jealous of me, Tiffany. No matter what, I'm the one by Oscar's side now, while Amelia can only be kicked out of the house. I'm the winner while she's just the loser, and just like you, she ended up divorced.”

Tiffany's face turned thunderous.

Feeling smug, Isabella continued, “So what if Tony is the only grandson of the Clinton family? He still got chased out of the family by me. When I marry Oscar and have kids, who will even remember Tony? When that time comes, the Clinton family will be under my control.”

Enraged by her smug look, Tiffany kicked at her abdomen.

Not expecting that kick, Isabella fell to the ground, but before she could scream, Tiffany placed Tony down before she went and pinned Isabella on the ground by sitting on her. Then, she covered Isabella's mouth and started hitting her.

“Tony, help me grab her legs. I'm going to show you how to teach this shameless woman a lesson!” Tiffany ordered, not even trying to hide this scene from Tony.

A glint of excitement flashed in Tony's eyes, and he ran over to sit behind Tiffany before starting to bounce on Isabella.

Every time he bounced, Isabella's face turned paler. She tried to scream in pain but to no avail. The bodyguards who were protecting Oscar in secret also looked on indifferently. No one planned on helping Isabella.

Jolin, who was hiding in the shadows, asked excitedly, “Hugo, can I help Mr. Anthony? I want to help Mrs. Clinton and Kurt to vent some anger. Because of this woman, Kurt's chest still hurts whenever he talks.”

“Go, but don't cross the line. Hurry up and come back before our boss returns. Make sure not to leave any wounds on her,” Hugo replied.

“Don't worry. She'll only get internal injuries from my beating.” Jolin jumped down the tree and ran over eagerly.

Meanwhile, Amelia had led Oscar to the lake, and naturally, Oscar had no idea that someone dared to beat Isabella up right under his nose.

“What's with this?” Oscar asked, showing the picture on his phone to Amelia.

Pain pierced Amelia's heart when she saw the pictures on the phone. She tried to look at Oscar calmly before replying bitterly, “Oscar, even though there's evidence right before you, you still don't believe we were in love before?”

Frowning, he replied, “I only trust what's in my head. What means did you use to get such pictures on my phone?”

Amelia could not help but laugh.