Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 848

Oscar picked Tony up and touched Amelia's cheek. “You followed me to the Walker residence, didn't you?”

Amelia smiled faintly. “So, you knew everything.”

With Tony in his arm, Oscar put his other arm around her and walked upstairs. He put Tony to bed before heading back with her to their bedroom.

Amelia asked, “Oscar, don't you have anything to say to me?”

Oscar pursed his lips and remained silent.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Amelia's eyes as she breathed, “Oscar, things between us were fine at first. Can you tell me why you're caring so much about Isabella now? Have you really fallen in love with her?”

“No.” Oscar sighed and pulled her into his arms. “If everything I've done for you is not enough to make you believe me, then I am not sure how much better I should do to gain your trust again.”

Amelia leaned against his chest quietly, listening to his regular heartbeat. “Let's go to sleep. I'm a little tired.”

Oscar looked a little surprised. He lowered his head, staring at Amelia's soft hair, and asked, “Don't you have more questions for me?”

“Didn't you ask me to believe in your love for me? I believe your love for me can stand up to scrutiny, so why should I keep questioning you about that?” Amelia looked up and blinked innocently.

Oscar could not stop his lips from curling upward at that sight. He stroked her hair and said, “I promise what happened today will never happen again.”

Hearing that, Amelia nodded in response.

Oscar held her chin, leaning lower to kiss her. Then, he gently placed her on the bed behind them before pressing on top of her.

After an intimate moment together, Amelia put away the doubts about him to the back of her head and fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Oscar felt even more refreshed than before. He lowered his head and watched Amelia sleeping soundly. The look in his eyes grew more affectionate. He reached out and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, then leaned closer and kissed her lips softly. When he pulled back, he said with great tenderness, “Amelia, I'm sorry for upsetting you tonight. I promise this will not happen again. I'll see a psychiatrist tomorrow.”

Amelia was clueless about his decision as she continued to sleep soundly, and she even murmured, “Oscar, Tony and I love you very much.”

Oscar's smile widened when he heard that.

The next day, after having breakfast, Oscar said, “Amelia, I've made an appointment with Dr. Rowen Combs, a well-known psychiatrist in our country. Why don't you come with me?”

Holding the napkin, Amelia looked at Oscar in surprise. “Oscar, why did you make an appointment with a psychiatrist? Who's got a psychological problem?”

“It's for me,” said Oscar.

Amelia parted her lips a little, staring at Oscar as if he was messing with her. “Oscar, that's not funny. Why are you seeing a psychiatrist when you're doing just fine?”

“Just come with me and don't ask any questions. Please?”

On second thought, Amelia seemed to understand why he needed to see a psychiatrist. Perhaps he thought something was wrong with him to suddenly change his mind about Isabella.

The thought that no one else could treat her the same as Oscar, who seemed to have convinced himself that he was mentally ill, made her heart skip a beat.

“Oscar, you don't have to do this. I believe you aren't cheating on me.” Amelia smiled.

Oscar said bluntly, “But I won't allow you to feel upset, especially when you're upset because of me.”

In the end, Amelia agreed to go to the appointment with him.

Upon arriving at Faith Psychiatric Clinic, a tall receptionist in a nurse uniform led them inside an office.

Rowen stood up and extended a hand to Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, you're here. Let's relax a little and have a chat.”

Oscar shook his hand.

Rowen shook hands with Amelia as well and greeted, “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Clinton.”

Amelia smiled. “Dr. Combs, just call me Amelia.”

Rowen smiled. “Don't call me doctor. You can call me Rowen instead. Everyone here calls me by my first name. It makes me feel closer to everyone. There's no need for formality here.”

Amelia had a better impression of this psychiatrist, who was already in his sixties.

Rowen invited the two to sit on the couch and asked casually, “Mr. Clinton, would you rather have Mrs. Clinton join the session, or do you want her to wait for you outside?”

Before Oscar could say anything, Amelia beat him to it. “I'll wait for you outside.”

Then she stood up and walked out of the office.

Sitting with his hands crossed, Rowen, like a kind and caring old man, said, “Mr. Clinton, let's chat casually.”

Oscar looked at him and said, “Dr. Combs, you are quite reputable in this field, and that is why I told my assistant to arrange an appointment with you today. But then, I hope no one finds out I am seeing a psychiatrist. I'm sure you understand what I mean, right?”

Rowen was still smiling as he said, “Mr. Clinton, don't worry about that. I've been a psychiatrist for over thirty years. You can trust my professionalism.”

Oscar nodded.

“I've been recalling some complicated and messy memories lately, and I don't know when those memories occurred. They feel vaguely familiar to me. Can you enlighten me about that? This issue has affected my routine, and I hope you can help me solve that.” Oscar sat with his legs crossed, looking very elegant, but his authoritative aura did not fall behind the psychiatrist who had been in this profession for more than thirty years.

Rowen nodded and asked tentatively, “Mr. Clinton, can you try to relax a little? You can start by slowly closing your eyes and picturing yourself standing on a vast, peaceful grassland. All right. You may start relaxing now.”

Slowly, Oscar closed his eyes. Then, accompanied by Rowen's gentle voice, he pictured himself standing on a vast grassland. He tried his best to relax, but his mind was still tense.

“Mr. Clinton, can you try to describe the memories you've been recalling recently? Try to describe them as much as possible,” said Rowen.

Oscar started describing them vaguely, and he got a little confused. “Actually, I don't really know how to describe them. Those memories are blurry, and I can't recall anything else. It just feels familiar, like I've experienced it before, but I don't remember when.”

“Mr. Clinton, is it possible that your memories are things you've experienced but you've chosen to forget them for some reason?”

“No way,” Oscar answered firmly. But the next second, he grew perplexed. “Or maybe I have.”

At that moment, Rowen could finally tell that the heir of the Clinton family, who had intimidated many business tycoons, was now trapped in and troubled by his chaotic memories.

Rowen was about to say something when Oscar suddenly opened his eyes and shot him a sharp glare.

Startled, Rowen asked in a quavering voice, “M-Mr. Clinton, what's wrong?”

Oscar withdrew his gaze and shook his head. “Dr. Combs, I think that's all for today. I'll come again tomorrow.”

Rowen stood up and said, “Mr. Clinton, we haven't made any progress today. Why don't we continue our session?”

Oscar ran a hand down his face and said, “No thanks. You can empty your schedule and arrange for me to come again tomorrow.”

Left with no choice, Rowen could only see him off.

Seeing Oscar step out of the office, Amelia asked in surprise, “Oscar, you're done already?”

“I just chatted a little with Dr. Combs. I feel much better now. Let's go,” Oscar said nonchalantly.

Amelia nodded to Rowen as a sign of gratitude before leaving the clinic with Oscar.

After getting inside the car, Amelia looked at Oscar and asked, “Oscar, are you really okay?”

Oscar turned around and looked at her, smiling. “Why wouldn't I be okay? Don't worry. I'll send you home first. I have to attend a meeting at the company. Call me if you need anything.”

Amelia nodded.

Having sent Amelia home, Oscar leaned closer and kissed her. Then he pulled back and said, “Go on. I'll come home and have dinner with you and Tony.”

Amelia's cheeks flushed. “Be careful on the road.”

She got out of the car and watched Oscar drive away before heading inside the building.

Upon returning to the company, Oscar took the elevator and went to the top floor. Right after he stepped out of the elevator, he bumped into Isabella, who had walked over to him while holding a dessert box.

Plagued by his vague and chaotic memories, Oscar was not in the mood to be friendly toward Isabella.

“Oscar, I've been waiting for you,” said Isabella shyly.

It was truly shameless of Isabella to continue pestering Oscar.

Oscar took a deep breath and said, “Get lost.”

Looking at him with a sad expression, Isabella said, “Oscar, I made all these snacks for you, and I accidentally burned my hand in the process. Why don't you eat some? Don't let my efforts go to waste.”

Meeting Isabella's eyes, Oscar could not help recalling Isabella's blurry figure in his memories again. In the next second, he was reminded of the scene where he and Isabella were chasing after each other on the field. Although the figures in his memories were blurry, his instincts told him they were him and Isabella.

He did not remember sharing that memory with Isabella, but somehow, he could not refuse her at that moment. He had always been cold-hearted, yet lately, he couldn't bring himself to be cold toward her. However, he knew it was not because of love.

It was as if someone had drugged him.

Taking another deep breath, he said, “Come in.”

A smug look flashed across Isabella's eyes. She knew Bernard's drug and hypnosis must have worked their wonders. Although the effects were not apparent, she believed she could achieve her goals if she put in more effort. Soon, she would get everything she wanted.

At that thought, she was secretly thrilled.

Right then, Linda walked into the office with a stack of documents and interrupted Isabella's excitement.

“Mr. Clinton, everyone is waiting for you in the conference room. Do you want to have the meeting now or postpone it?” Linda asked.

Isabella's expression darkened a little when she heard that.

“We'll do it now,” said Oscar. With that, he turned around and brushed past Isabella to head to the conference room.

“Oscar, I made all these snacks for you. Don't you want to have some?” Isabella asked.

Oscar glanced at Linda and said, “Linda, take these snacks from Ms. Walker and share them with the others in the office.”

Linda nodded. She was about to take the snacks from Isabella, but Isabella glared at her.

Isabella trotted over to Oscar, blocked his path, and said weakly, “Oscar, have some first. Please.”

A disgusted look flashed across Linda's eyes when she took in Isabella's pretentious behavior.

Seeing the tears brimming in Isabella's eyes, Oscar felt his heart soften for some reason. However, as he remembered Amelia's trust in him, his eyes turned cold and he said, “Linda, why are you still standing there? Take the snacks from Ms. Walker and distribute them to everyone else before joining us in the conference room with the relevant documents.”

Linda quickly took the dessert box from Isabella and said, “Ms. Walker, thank you for the snacks.” Then, she told another secretary to share the snacks with the other colleagues before chasing after Oscar in her high heels.

Isabella's face was distorted with rage.

The secretary distributed all the snacks to the other secretaries and assistants in the office. While holding the last piece, she walked over to Isabella. “Ms. Walker, there's one left. Do you want it?”

“Get lost!” Isabella smacked the snack away from the secretary, then stomped away in her high heels.

Her plan was about to succeed, but Linda appeared out of nowhere and ruined it. She hated Linda so much because of this.

Leaving Clinton Corporations, Isabella sat inside her car and received a call from Bernard.

As soon as she answered the call, he asked, “When is he coming over?”

Since she was still angry about the previous incident, Isabella replied in a harsh tone, “Professor Zabinski, give me a couple more days. I will get it done soon.”

“Isabella, I can only give you five more days. I'll find someone else to get things done if you're this useless. I can't postpone my experiment for you,” Bernard warned her for the very last time.

Isabella suppressed her anger and said, “All right, I got it.”

After ending the call, she raised her head to look at the skyscraper and gritted her teeth before driving away.

On her way back, her car was blocked by another vehicle.

A tall, dark figure walked over to her car, knocking on the window. Isabella rolled down the window and asked, “Kurt, what are you up to? There are many people coming and going here. Are you trying to rob and kill me, or are you trying to rob and force your way with me?”

Kurt stared at her condescendingly. Then, lifting a dagger, he pointed at her neck. “Move aside.”

Isabella glanced at the dagger. Her pupils shrank a little, and she obediently moved to the passenger seat.

After that, Kurt sat in the driver's seat, put on the seatbelt, and drove off.

Seeing that Kurt had turned the steering wheel around, Isabella knew he was heading in the opposite direction. She grabbed her seat and forced herself to stay calm as she asked, “Kurt, what are you doing? You should know that it's illegal to murder someone. I am still the precious daughter of the Walker family. If something terrible happens to me, the Walkers will not sit idly by. Also, there are surveillance cameras around the area where you blocked me just now. They will know you have abducted me once they start investigating.”