Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 102

“Don’t worry. I won’t do such an unnecessary thing. Amelia already has her own family and children,” Tiffany said.

“Good to hear that.”

After Carter left the car, Tiffany drove off.

Shakily, Carter went upstairs. After entering his house, instead of heading to the bathroom, he fell asleep on the couch.

It was a silent night.

The next morning at ten, Tiffany called Amelia, saying, “Babe, are you awake?”

“I am.”

“The weather seems good today, so let’s shop. You should take more strolls while your stomach isn’t that big yet. It’ll be good for you.”

“All right.”

“Let’s meet at Pearl Plaza at eleven. We’ll have lunch before we shop.”

“Sure.”

Around eleven, the two met up at Pearl Plaza.

Giving Amelia a huge hug, Tiffany chuckled, “Babe, did the little sweetheart in your tummy annoy you last night?”

Amelia shook her head.

After giving Amelia a once-over and realizing she seemed well and in a good mood, Tiffany teased, “Babe, be honest with me. Did something good happen to you last night? Look at how happy you look. You look as if love has entered your life.”

Tapping her forehead, Amelia laughed, “You must have written too many novels for you to think that.”

Tiffany laughed along with her.

“Babe, what do you want to eat today?”

“Let’s have stew. I’ve been craving to have it today.”

“Look at you and your meager requests. All right, since your sweetheart baby wants it too, we’ll have stew today.”

Tiffany booked the reservation for them before they headed toward the restaurant.

Right as the two sat down, Amelia’s phone rang. It was a call from an unfamiliar number.

her hesitation, Tiffany asked, “Who is

head. “I don’t know. I don’t recognize the

the number, don’t pick it up.

Amelia nodded.

when the two were ordering, and she reached out toward the other woman. “Tiff, hand me my phone. I’m thinking

accepted the call. “Hello, may I

I’m Carter’s mother. We’ve met several times a few years

her grip on her phone tightened. She never thought that she would receive a call from Faye nearly

who had an elegant exterior, was the reason she became the supposed traitor of her company — they accused her of having conducted corporate espionage. Back then,

deep breath, then could she tamp down the fear growing in her heart. Calmly, she uttered, “Hello, Mrs. Scott. May I know why

Tiffany widened her eyes as she stared at

and gave her a look, signaling her to stay silent. She then said, “Mrs. Scott, is

like to invite you to a meal; I have some things to talk to you about,” Faye

sorry, Mrs. Scott. I’m eating with my friend right now. I

so she did not want to

Just

you around while we eat. What about this instead? I’ll

can eat with your friend. Although I’m much

to continue rejecting Faye, it

gave her the address before ending the

asked, “She’s coming

Amelia nodded.

feel a little more shameful about what she’s doing? She’s the reason for your suffering,

a long while since then. I’ll only be making life difficult for me if I were to still hold them

didn’t meet Oscar and had a contractual marriage with him, you might now be in jail. I’ve never seen such a lowly, despicable person like her. I wish I could spit on each and every one of them. What kind of wealthy people are they? They’re worse than thugs. Even thugs’ misdeeds are done

Amelia patted her hand and consoled. “Since you know how terrible they are, why are you still wasting your strength getting mad at them? It’s not worth it. We won’t come into contact with them as frequently in the future, so don’t worry. We’re just

by looking at their freaking faces. I have no idea how you’ve got such great patience for them to have agreed for her to join us for the meal. What’s going on in that head of yours?” At that very moment, Tiffany wished she could pry open Amelia’s skull to examine whether her brain was shaped differently from everyone else. Why else would she be able to have lunch with the Scotts as if nothing’s

her. Moreover, they won’t know that I’m mad at them, so

her friend, who always came up with all sorts of

worth it to

was to furiously order dozens of

did not take Faye long to come. Soon, she entered with her branded bag slung

any prompting from either of them. “Why did you feel like eating stew? The smell here in this

we’re no rich lady like Mrs.

Tiffany, Faye hesitantly uttered, “And you are…? You look familiar,

you’ve done back then, too,”

words, Faye voiced, “Oh,

really sorry, but I’m Tiffany Winters, not Sienna Winters. I hope Mrs. Scott doesn’t have the tendency to

out a

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