Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 795

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.

did Noah snap back to his senses and let go of

so frightened that he slumped to the ground, murmuring in a state of shock, "Impossible. This is impossible. How

in his pocket startled

was Stephanie calling him. After taking a look at Emma, who was lying on the ground, he answered the phone

on the other end

go over there now. If I find out that the two

Didn't you say you wanted to eat some before you went to sleep earlier? I drove around but couldn't find any.

I know you won't have the guts to go to Emma

comforting Stephanie, Noah hung up the

a somewhat sad tone, he said, "Emma, don't blame me. I didn't do that on purpose. I will

be dead, opened her eyes slowly and watched him leave, a sense

ruthless than I thought. If Stephanie hadn't called him, God knows what he would do to me while

pack her things before smashing the mirrors and chairs in the bedroom and destroying

was done, she pulled her suitcase with her and drove out of the neighborhood late

to stay overnight and called

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.

merely replied indifferently, "Where are you

told him

Stay there, and I'll let someone pick you

no idea what Oscar would do. I can't trust anyone now. A seemingly

knew that if Oscar wanted to kill her, he only needed to give his order. He wouldn't even

calmed her

memory of Noah choking her was still haunting her, and that was why she was being so cautious. Emma was brought to a café

the subordinate who fetched her just

was no one else in the store except the servers. She figured Oscar must

she went upstairs, that person opened a door and

you want me to do?" Emma spoke respectfully with a

asked

the pastries,

at the food on the table, Emma

of the pastry and cut to the chase. "Mr. Clinton, if

strode over to a

ate about five pieces

replied, "Mr. Clinton, I can't figure out why you're helping me.

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,

me, you're just a pawn I can

Clinton, you're a real man. Even when you're using someone, you're still so frank.

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

Garcia, if you limit yourself to being someone who only knows how to cling to men, I think it's a shameful waste of

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

bear that in mind. I hope that I can see a look of satisfaction in

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