Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 862

Chapter 862 Mimicking Amelia

Perhaps it was due to the alcohol and the fact that the two had a common topic—Amelia and Tiffany—they were able to converse smoothly for once.

As Derrick took another sip of his wine, he said, “Mr. Clinton, how much of what happened between me and Tiff do you remember? What kind of person do you remember Amelia as?”

Of course, Derrick was not all that interested in someone else's relationship. He was planning to help amend the relationship between Amelia and Oscar so that Oscar would be able to put in a few good words for him. Moreover, Amelia was not one to sit on her hands. Once Derrick dealt with the obstacle that was Amelia, he reckoned it would not be impossible for him to reunite with Tiffany.

After all, Tiffany would heed some of Amelia's words.

Oscar took a big sip of his wine as he lowered his gaze in silence. After a beat, he finally told Derrick his answer.

“Mr. Clinton, you're kidding with me, right? Amelia's family is just an ordinary family, and they're living in the family house. In fact, they rarely interact with the Clintons. If you don't believe me, you can check it out. I really don't know what Ms. Walker has done to change your memory, but I'm impressed. You really have to be careful of her.”

Oscar turned to look at Derrick suspiciously.

Derrick shrugged and uttered honestly, “That's what it is, Mr. Clinton. You can always check it out if you don't trust me. No one will tell you that you love Ms. Walker. In fact, just a month ago, you were still a man who was terrified of seeing Amelia upset. Yet, in such a short period of time, I'm hearing news about issues with your marriage with Amelia. Even if no one else is surprised about it, I am. It's true that Ms. Walker has courted you for many years, but everyone could see how much you despised her. That's the answer everyone in the company would give you.”

Oscar tilted his head back to drink another mouthful of his drink. “I'll look into this matter. If you're lying to me and have accused Isabella, I'll make sure you'll have a hard time living here.”

Derrick shrugged, unfazed. “Do whatever you like. In any case, Tiff's gone, and it's not as if I'm living a fantastic life. Maybe getting taught a lesson by you would be a good change for me. Still, Mr. Clinton, for you to come to me about this means that Isabella isn't too important to you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have looked into this at all. Dare I say that Amelia's still in your heart?”

Something flashed past Oscar's eyes at that, and a voice in his mind said, Is that the case?

Oscar wanted to deny it, but he did not know how to anymore.

Panic crept into his veins, and he hastily rose to his feet. “I'll be going now.”

Derrick stared at his retreating figure in silence. Just as Oscar was about to reach the doorway, Derrick uttered, “Mr. Clinton, let me give you a small piece of advice. Don't let go of Amelia again. She has left you once previously, and this is the second time now. A third time would be too much. Do hold on to her tightly.”

Oscar halted in his tracks, but he soon opened the door and left.

Derrick curled his lips, but the smile on his face faded away in no time. A look of bitterness then crept into his eyes.

After lifting his head to drink another glass of wine, he mumbled under his breath, “Tiff, will you really come back?”

Derrick continued drinking away gloomily until he collapsed on the couch, drunk.

Meanwhile, after leaving, Oscar sent his men to look into Amelia's family situation. As it turned out, it was just like what Derrick had told him, and it was vastly different from what he remembered. At that, Oscar began speculating that only his memory about Amelia was faulty while his memories of others were not.

He narrowed his eyes as several thoughts danced across his mind.

Then, he stood up and went to his office. Upon arriving in his office, he called and asked his secretary, Linda, to come in.

“Mr. Clinton,” Linda greeted when she reached the center of the room.

“Linda, you have been working for me for a while now. Be frank with me, am I good to Mrs. Clinton?” he asked. The employees in the company did not know about his divorce from Amelia yet.

Linda lifted her head to glance at him. She then started hesitantly, “Mr. Clinton, didn't you get a divorce from Mrs. Clinton?”

Oscar's expression darkened, and his voice took on a menacing tone. “Who has been spreading rumors in the office?”

Linda gulped. “Well, that's what Ms. Walker said, Mr. Clinton. She also said that she'll be Mrs. Clinton soon and told us to get lost as soon as possible since we've offended her in the past.”

Linda was wracked with anxiety. She had crossed Isabella a while ago. If Isabella were to become Oscar's wife, she would be the first to go, and she truly did not wish to lose her great job.

“When did she say that?” Oscar asked, starting to feel a little irked.

“Just this morning. Ms. Walker came to the office to look for you, but you weren't around, so she said that to us.” Linda then took a deep breath and asked in a worried tone, “Mr. Clinton, did you get a divorce from Amelia? Weren't you both fine a while back?”

Oscar looked up at her and asked, “Am I nice to Amelia?”

Without dwelling on the strangeness of Oscar's question, Linda answered, “Of course! Everyone in the office knows how nice you are to Mrs. Clinton. Your two-year search for Mrs. Clinton after your first divorce had been a relentless one, and everyone knows about it. In fact, it's almost like a legend in the office. Everyone secretly thinks of you as the most faithful man.”

Catching a keyword, Oscar asked, “The first divorce?”

Linda gave Oscar a confused look and queried, “Did you forget about it, Mr. Clinton?”

Oscar waved his hands dismissively and said, “No. Go on.”

Linda inclined her head. “If I had a say in this, I'd say I've never seen anyone being as nice to Mrs. Clinton as you. Every time Mrs. Clinton comes with packed lunch, you'd put aside your work to eat with her. Then, you'd walk her downstairs before coming back up to work. Sometimes, you'd even sweetly ask for a kiss before sending her into the elevator. The others in the secretary's room always talk about how they have to find someone as loving as you. Of course, we'd never thought about actually pursuing you, Mr. Clinton. We'd be murdered several times over with how icy your looks can be. Everyone says that your gentleness is reserved for Mrs. Clinton and Mrs. Clinton only.”

Oscar lowered his gaze, falling deep into his thoughts.

“You may leave now.”

Linda halted in her speech and gave a careful glance at Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, you haven't gotten a divorce from Mrs. Clinton, right?”

As he fixed his gaze on his document, Oscar said indifferently, “No one's allowed to say anything about this unless they've heard it from me. Go out and tell them that I'll terminate anyone who continues to talk about me getting a divorce from Amelia.”

At that, Linda let out a sigh of relief and said, “I got it, Mr. Clinton.”

She then left the office merrily and conveyed Oscar's message to the others. The others were as delighted as Linda about the news, and they returned to their work with renewed vigor.

“I knew it. Isabella's simply dreaming. Mrs. Clinton is such a nice woman, and she never abuses her power around us to lord us around. If Isabella ends up being Mrs. Clinton, I'd be first to quit the company.”

“Count me in!” the others chimed in.

It was evident that Isabella was not popular in the company as everyone hated her arrogance.

Back in the office, Oscar took out his phone to look at the intimate photo of him and Amelia. As he brushed his finger across Amelia's face, he muttered, “Who are you, Amelia Winters? Why do I hate you so much in my memories? But if that's the case, why do I have photos like these with you?”

Oscar's head pounded as his memories and reality dissolved into a chaotic mess. He could not figure out whether the people around him were deceiving him or if his memory was the one lying to him.

Right then, his phone rang, and the sound of the ringtone dragged him back to his senses.