Love You Enough to Leave You

Back then, Carter had disappeared when she was most vulnerable. Although she didn’t despise him, she felt aggrieved. In the past few years, she never stopped wondering why he didn’t hack through all the obstacles to come back to her. But the reality wasn’t a novel, after all. Nor was it a TV drama; happy endings didn’t come by so easily. There were no do-overs. It would be close to impossible for things to return to how they used to be in the past. At the thought of this, a hint of resentment laced Amelia’s voice. “Carter, when you left back then, I hated you for a while. I hated you for giving up so easily, and for leaving me helpless and alone. When we reconnected, you told me you’d make it up to me, but look at you now.

What if my child and I are bullied in the future? Who’s going to seek justice for us?” Perhaps these words were too provoking, but Carter’s hands twitched violently. Even so, he didn’t show signs of waking up. “I’m saying this one more time, Carter. I’m only giving you two days. If you still don’t wake up, I’ll forget ever having you as my friend. I’ll assume all the promises you made to me were nothing but lies. I will take it as if you were never sincere to me.” Carter’s fingers moved again, and his vitals began going haywire. Seeing this, Faye ran out frantically and yelled, “Doctor! Doctor…” Soon, a large group of doctors and nurses rushed in.

They invited Faye and everyone else out of the ward before performing various examinations of Carter. Without delay, they wheeled him out of the ward and into the operating room. Faye walked toward the operating room with Jennifer’s support. The latter reassured, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Scott. Since Carter showed a reaction, I’m sure he’ll wake up very soon.” Faye’s eyes shimmered with hopeful tears. Abel and Jack, too, had expectant looks on their faces. Amelia stood farther away from them, worry lining her features. As she stared at the operating room, her hands subconsciously balled into fists. “Amelia, what are you doing here?” came a deep, male voice all of a sudden, giving her a great scare.

She followed the source of the voice and saw Oscar walking toward her in large strides while holding some medicine in his hand. Her heart missed a beat, and she stuttered, “M-Mr. Clinton.” Oscar stopped in front of her and glanced sideways at the Scotts, who were standing a short distance away. With a stern expression, he dipped his head and said in a low voice, “We’ll talk about this later.” Then, his features smoothed out as he put an arm around Amelia’s waist and approached the Scotts. “Greetings, Mr. Scott. What are you doing at the hospital?” Oscar spoke with reverence. Abel smiled in return. “Ah, Oscar. Aren’t you a workaholic, boy? Shouldn’t you be at the company?

I’m surprised to see you here.” Oscar chuckled. “A friend of mine is sick, so I came to visit her.” “It seems like you care about this friend of yours very much. I’ll definitely pay her a visit when I have the time.” Abel smiled. Oscar only smiled in return, without commenting about it. “This is my wife. You couldn’t make it to my wedding previously, so I don’t think you’ve met,” he thoughtfully introduced Amelia. In fact, he was aware that the Scotts already knew that she was his wife. His purpose was solely to stake his claim over her. Abel made eye contact with Amelia with the same smile on his face. “I couldn’t attend your wedding because I was physically unwell at that time. I’ve always been curious as to which rich family’s daughter managed to capture your heart.

match.” Oscar maintained his smile and asked, “Ah, so you know Amelia?” Abel answered, “Perhaps this is fate. After Amelia graduated, she worked at Scott Group for a period of time. She’s a very capable and innovative

is naive more often than none.” Abel patted him on the shoulder like a loving elder. “And here I thought you were only committed to your work. I never expected you to be so protective of your wife. Amelia looks to be about six or seven months in. You need to take good care of her.” “Of course.” Oscar looked at the operating room

think the two of you have had many interactions. Do you both know each other?” Abel did not evade his question. Oscar’s eyes darkened slightly before he replied, “Carter Scott? What a coincidence. When Amelia was working in Majesty Group, I remember her saying her boss went by the name Carter Scott. So, he’s your grandson?” Abel broke into

him as your grandson. The apple never falls far from the tree. Based on your capabilities, I’m sure your grandson would be able to steer Scott Group to greater heights after he inherits the company.” Abel’s eyes gleamed with pride. After all, Carter was his favorite grandson, so he liked listening to other people praise him. “Wasn’t your grandson fine just a few days ago? How did he get hospitalized?” Oscar asked casually. “That boy is always busy with work, so he doesn’t have his meals regularly. He ended up getting a gastric perforation and

care of him.” Oscar’s eyes darted to Jennifer just then. “Ms. Larson, you’re here as well.” Abel raised his brows. “Do you know Jennifer?” “We’ve met once. Ms. Larson thoughtfully sent me photos of my wife and your grandson together, so I called her out to talk. At first, I thought she

was nothing going on between them, no man would stand by and watch as his woman was coveted by another. Fortunately, in the end, I realized that it was all just a misunderstanding.” Abel shot an indecipherable glance at Jennifer. Meanwhile, Faye looked at her disapprovingly and chided, “What photos, Jennifer? What’s going

too modest, Ms. Larson. You have the charm of the girl next door; the type that Chanaea men like. I wouldn’t be a man if I forgot such a beauty, but of course, the photos you prepared for me left a bigger impression.” Jennifer pursed her lips into a tight smile in response. Amelia shot a surprised look at Oscar. She never thought he would know that

a pleasant one. Amelia subconsciously took Oscar’s hand and pulled him aside to whisper, “Mr. Clinton, you and Jennifer know each other?” Oscar looked down at her and answered, “We’ve met once.” Amelia inferred, “You like her?” Oscar stared deeply at her. How in the world did she come to that conclusion? “Who told you that I like

with him behind my back, wouldn’t you?” His tone was laced with a hint of jealousy that he himself failed to notice. Naturally, Amelia detected the note of