Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 796

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.

The memory of Noah choking her was still haunting her, and that was why she was being so cautious.

Emma was brought to a café by Oscar's subordinate.

“Ms. Garcia, this way, please,” said the subordinate who fetched her just now.

Emma nodded at him courteously before going into the café with him. There was no one else in the store except the servers. She figured Oscar must have booked the entire place.

After she went upstairs, that person opened a door and ushered her in.

“Mr. Clinton, may I know why you asked someone to bring me here? Is there anything you want me to do?” Emma spoke respectfully with a hint of caution.

“Have a seat,” Oscar said calmly.

As she sat down obediently, he asked someone to bring her some food.

After the server served the pastries, Oscar said, “Have some food first.”

Looking at the food on the table, Emma let down her guard.

She took a bite of the pastry and cut to the chase. “Mr. Clinton, if you have any orders for me, just say it. I'll listen.”

However, Oscar strode over to a window, keeping mum.

Seeing his response, she could only continue eating. After she ate about five pieces of pastries, Oscar finally said, “Ms. Garcia, do you want to take revenge yourself?”

Puzzled, Emma glanced at him and replied, “Mr. Clinton, I can't figure out why you're helping me. In my opinion, you have absolutely no reason to do that, do you?”

With his hands behind his back, he said casually, “I like to watch a couple becoming rivals. You're such a good pawn, so why do I have to take action myself? You said over the phone that Noah wanted to kill you, so I'm wondering if you want to seek revenge on your heartless lover. If you do, I can send you abroad to get training. When you become competent enough to fight against Noah, I'll let you return. Then, you'll deal with Noah yourself. I think things will be very exciting by that time.”

Emma lowered her gaze and pondered for a while before saying with a smile, “Mr. Clinton, if you can lend a helping hand, I'll be very grateful.”

Oscar nodded in response.

She picked up the coffee pot on the table, poured a cup of coffee for him, and added, “Mr. Clinton, here's a toast to you. Thank you for your help.”

“You don't have to thank me. To me, you're just a pawn I can take advantage of,” Oscar said.

Upon hearing that, Emma laughed out loud.

“Mr. Clinton, you're a real man. Even when you're using someone, you're still so frank. Compared to that hypocrite, Noah, you're so much better,” she complimented sincerely.

Oscar lifted the corner of his lips, not making a reply to her praise.

“I've prepared another identity for you, and you can go abroad right now. Someone will pick you up there and give you a series of plans in detail. I hope you don't let me down. After all, I want to watch you guys fight among yourselves,” he remarked in a domineering tone.

“Mr. Clinton, thanks in advance. When I finish my training and return, I will give you a satisfactory answer. After Noah is dragged into the mess, I'll be all yours if you ever need my help,” Emma said meaningfully as she stared at his back in admiration.

Oscar was like an impeccable deity. Through their interaction recently, Emma could see how perfect he was. Thus, she truly admired him. In fact, she was willing to become his mistress if he wanted.

Oscar obviously understood the meaning behind her words. He glanced at her contemptuously and said, “Ms. Garcia, if you limit yourself to being someone who only knows how to cling to men, I think it's a shameful waste of time and effort to support you.”

Emma retrieved her gaze, a trace of embarrassment flashing in her eyes. She lowered her head and apologized, “I'm sorry. Please ignore what I've just said.”

“Ms. Garcia, explore the world more, and you'll be more open-minded. Without the support of a man, you can still live a wonderful life. I am still waiting for you to do things for me.”

“Mr. Clinton, I'll bear that in mind. I hope that I can see a look of satisfaction in your eyes on the day I return to Chanaea.”

Oscar bobbed his head in a placid manner.

After leaving the café, he asked someone to bring Emma to the airport and send her abroad personally.

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