Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 857

Amelia and Oscar went to James to get a medical check-up. Once the results were out, Amelia asked hurriedly, “James, is there anything wrong with Oscar?”

With the report in his hand, James replied smilingly, “Amelia, don't worry. There's no problem with Oscar. He is well and fit, but you're the one who has a weak body due to lack of sleep. Don't push yourself too hard when you're taking care of Tony. You have to rest well. Otherwise, when Tony recovers, it'll be your turn to fall ill.”

Frowning, Amelia asked once more, “James, is there really nothing wrong with Oscar? For example, is there any residue left in his body? Or anything abnormal?”

James looked at her in confusion, unable to figure out what she meant.

“Amelia, what do you mean? Residue in his body? Be more specific,” he responded, feeling strange.

Amelia forced a smile. “It's nothing. I was just too worried about Tony, so I was concerned about Oscar as well. Both of them are the most important people to me.”

James nodded in understanding.

Despite that, he still advised, “Amelia, don't worry too much. There is no major problem with Tony. He can be discharged from the hospital in just a day or two, and Oscar is as healthy as a horse. Even when I become sick, he won't. I can guarantee that.”

She squeezed out another smile. “I'll be at ease then.”

After a pause, she added, “James, you can tell Oscar truthfully about his medical report, but don't tell him that I've come to see you. He'll worry about me and overthink it.”

James gave her an “okay” gesture, signifying that he understood why she would want him to do that.

As soon as Amelia came out, she saw Isabella walking toward her. Stopping in her tracks, Amelia said graciously, “Ms. Walker, what brings you here to the hospital director's office?”

Isabella cocked her eyebrow and smiled. “I heard Oscar say that you were worried about his health and asked him to come for a check-up. I'm concerned, so I've come to have a look.”

Amelia's countenance turned cold slightly as she sized Isabella up surreptitiously, but she was all smiles on the outside. “Ms. Walker, this is a matter between me and my husband. I don't think an outsider like you should intervene in this.”

Wearing a smug smile, Isabella quipped, “Are you sure, Amelia? Since Oscar has told me about the medical examination, do you think Oscar and I are just ordinary friends?”

After lowering her gaze to hide the emotional fluctuations in her eyes, Amelia raised her head again and lifted the corner of her mouth. “Ms. Walker, you can't drive a wedge between Oscar and me with just a few words. I have things to attend to. I'll be leaving first.”

She then nodded at Isabella out of courtesy before walking away.

Upon seeing Amelia leaving in a hurry as though she couldn't wait to flee, Isabella sneered, “Amelia, I'll

let you be complacent for a couple more days. Once Oscar is cold toward you, we shall see how long you can put up that tough front.”

By the time Amelia got back to the ward, Tony was already awake. “Mommy,” he called in a sweet voice, dispersing all the negative emotions within his mother.

“Tony, you're awake. I've prepared some food for you. Do you want to eat first?” Amelia asked.

Leaning in her embrace, Tony nodded obediently and even comforted her, “Mommy, I'm fine. You don't have to worry too much. I'm a brave boy. Those people threatened me, and I didn't cry when they gave me an injection. I'll protect you after I get well, so don't cry, okay?”

Amelia almost broke down in tears upon hearing that.

Holding back her tears, she stroked Tony's hair and replied, “Good boy, Tony. I'll wait for you to protect me, so you must be all well. Otherwise, I'm going to be really sad. Do you understand?”

“Yeah.”

The mother-son duo was having a warm interaction. Jolin, who had been looking at them from the side, sensibly went out of the room. As she stood in the corridor and looked down, she saw Isabella calling out to Oscar, who was on the third floor. Her gaze darkening, Jolin quickly ran to the staircase to block Isabella.

Isabella shot daggers at her and questioned, “What are you doing?”

Jolin scoffed disdainfully. “Ms. Walker, you shouldn't be so shameless. Even though we can't find what's inside Boss' body, God is watching you as you make every move. The truth will reveal itself. Watch out for yourself.”

“Jolin, remember, you're just a bodyguard. Know your place.” Isabella snorted.

Jolin raised her chin in defiance. “Yes, I'm a bodyguard, but I only obey Boss and Mrs. Clinton. As for you, I couldn't care less about you. Who are you to judge my profession?”

“You...” Isabella was enraged for a moment before she chuckled out loud. “Jolin, you are just a hired bodyguard. I don't think you have the right to intervene in your employer's relationships.”

Jolin was rendered speechless.

“Move aside. Know where you stand.” After bumping Jolin out of the way, Isabella took the elevator to head upstairs.

Jolin stared at her with a gloomy expression before turning on her heel and going upstairs as well.

Just as she arrived at the ward, she saw there were people inside, so she didn't enter the room.

“Tony, how are you? You suffered a convulsion the day before yesterday. You really scared me and your mommy,” uttered Tiffany as she sat on the side of the bed, stroking Tony's head.

Tony blinked his big eyes with a piece of fruit in his mouth, looking adorable.

“Tiffy, I'll protect myself in the future and won't let you and Mommy worry about me,” he promised in a

low voice.

Those words melted Tiffany's heart.

“You're such a good boy, Tony. As long as you're safe and sound, your mommy and I will be glad,” she cooed.

After chatting a while longer, Tiffany asked, “Where is Oscar? I've been here for about half an hour, but I still haven't seen him.”

A subtle glint flashed across Amelia's eyes. Pretending as though nothing had happened, she answered, “His sister has given birth to a baby boy. I asked him to go up and have a look. No matter what, we should abide by social etiquette.”

Tiffany pouted, not saying anything in response.

Just then, a knock sounded from the door, and Jolin's voice came. “Mrs. Clinton, Mr. Hisson is here.”

Hearing Derrick's name, Amelia eyed Tiffany. The latter shrugged and pretended to be unfazed as she remarked, “He's here to see you. I have no right to drive him away.”

Amelia then asked Jolin to invite the visitors inside.

Derrick came in with a fruit basket. Just when Amelia and Tiffany thought he came alone, Kate and Crystal followed inside.

Subconsciously, Amelia took a quick look at Tiffany, only to see that the latter was calm with no peculiar

response.

Before Derrick could exchange a few words with Tiffany, he was shocked by his mother's and Crystal's appearance. “Mom, are you two stalking me?” he questioned impatiently.

Kate shot him a look. “Derrick, what are you talking about? I'm here to visit the kid with my future daughter-in-law. Why? Do I have to report to you whom I want to visit?”

Derrick stared at Kate intently and kept mum.

Putting the fruit basket on the table, Kate inquired in a kind tone, “Kiddo, are you all right? I was worried when I heard you were kidnapped and hurt, so I purposely came with Ms. Halliwell to see you.”

Knowing that Kate was just feigning affability, Tony was not enthusiastic at all. “Thank you, Mrs. Hisson.”

Kate raised her hand to stroke his hair and praised, “Good boy!”

Amelia chimed in, “Old Mrs. Hisson, Ms. Halliwell, please have a seat.”

Kate brought Crystal over to sit on the couch, shooting a discreet glance at Tiffany. “Amelia, Crystal's belly is going to get bigger, so we plan to let them get married in two months. You and Oscar must come to the ceremony.”

Amelia's countenance stiffened while Tiffany merely sat at the bedside quietly, as though she wished everyone could ignore her existence.

Derrick glanced at Tiffany before uttering in a deep voice, “Mom, I told you I won't marry Crystal. Please stop your wishful thinking.”

Unruffled, Kate smiled. “Derrick, Crystal is pregnant for about three months, and you're the father. You don't want to admit it? That person hired someone to run over Crystal with a car and failed to cause Crystal to have a miscarriage. Just give up and marry Crystal. You and that person will never get to be together.”

Derrick clenched his fists tightly in exasperation and rose to his feet all of a sudden. “Mom, you're unbelievable.”

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to have a peaceful conversation with Tiffany, but his plan was disrupted by his mother. She simply doesn't want me to have a good life, does she?

Even though he was furious, he couldn't do anything to his mother. Besides, he knew that letting his mother and Crystal stay in the ward would make Tiffany feel repulsed.

“Amelia, I still have some unfinished work, so I will go back first. I'll pay Tony a visit another day.” As he spoke, he looked at Tiffany, but she paid no heed to him. He felt dejected, but it was all caused by himself, and he couldn't blame it on others. After a pause, he faced Tiffany and said affectionately, “Tiff, take care of yourself. I'll leave first.”

With that, Derrick left right away.

Tiffany was moved for a moment when she heard his words, and she raised her head unthinkingly, but all she saw was his retreating figure.

Before she could say anything, Kate said, “Amelia, Crystal and I are leaving too. You need to attend her wedding with Derrick.”

After bidding farewell, Kate and Crystal departed in a hurry, just like the way they came. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

The room immediately became quiet, but the appearance of Crystal and Kate still wrecked Amelia's and Tiffany's moods.

“Tiff, are you okay?” asked Amelia with concern.

Tiffany raised her gaze and blinked at her friend. “Of course, I'm fine. Disgusting people say disgusting things, and I'll just turn a deaf ear to them.”

Amelia knew that Tiffany was not as calm as she claimed, or else Tiffany would not have raised her hand on her lap and grabbed the sheet tightly.

“It's good that you don't take it to heart.” Amelia changed the topic. “James said Tony's body is good. His condition is not particularly serious, so he can be discharged in two days. You should come and celebrate with us that day.”

Nodding, Tiffany reached out and pinched Tony's cheek gently with a grin. “Of course, I have to join the fun when Tony is discharged. I'm his godmother after all.”

“Tiffy, I want that limited edition Ultraman toy. There are only fifty sets worldwide, and now there are only two sets left. Can you buy it for me?” asked Tony innocently as he broke free from her hand.

Acting as though she was angry, Tiffany widened her eyes in shock. “You cheeky child, you're actually

waiting to trick me, aren't you? That limited edition toy is very expensive. I'm now earning money alone to support myself, so I'm poor. You should have asked your dad, that tycoon, to buy it for you.”

“Tiffy,” Tony called with a sweet voice.

“Okay, okay. I'll buy it for you this time, like a tycoon.”

“Thank you, Tiffy. I like you the most.”

Tiffany stayed with Tony in the ward for a few hours. Apart from Derrick's family, no one came to visit him, not even Olivia, who always said that she loved Tony the most. Meanwhile, Amelia's husband, Oscar, was nowhere to be found.

Looking at the deserted ward, Tiffany asked worriedly, “Amelia, are you having any conflict with Oscar?”

Amelia was taking a cup to pour some water, and when she heard Tiffany's question, her hand paused in mid-air as she turned around to look at Tiffany with a smile. “Tiff, why did you ask that?”

“I've been in the ward for so long, but no one from the Clinton family came. Tony is the eldest grandson of the Clinton family, yet none of the Clintons came to visit him.”

After keeping silent momentarily, Amelia replied, “Stephanie just gave birth to a child. It's still a little difficult for her to get out of bed now. It's understandable that my mother-in-law is still there taking care of her. Besides, Tony has me by his side. There is no need for so many people to come.”

Tiffany was so mad that she scoffed out loud.

“Babe, I'm not a fool. I usually see them doting on Tony, but now none of them came. I think they are deliberately making you and your son feel bad. The Clinton family is a bunch of weirdos. When they're in a good mood, they'll do anything for Tony, and now that their daughter has a child, they forget about their grandson,” Tiffany jeered.

She shouldn't have cared about these things, but the Clinton family's behaviors were just heartless. Even Oscar is not around, which makes me more vexed.

The moment Oscar pushed the door open and stepped inside, Tiffany's criticism of his family reached his ears, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Wearing a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he walked over and asked, “Tiffany, are you not happy with my family?”

Tiffany felt somewhat awkward after getting caught for badmouthing his family.

Acting all dumb, she asked, “Am I? Mr. Clinton, I think you must have heard me wrong.”

Oscar shot her a meaningful look, then strode over to Amelia and kissed her on the lips. “Sorry for the wait. Tony can be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon.”

Amelia exclaimed, “So soon? Didn't he say we need to wait for two days?”

“Tony is fit, so he can go back earlier. I went home just now, so I came late.” Oscar didn't tell Amelia and Tony earlier because he wanted to give them a surprise. He wanted to make his wife and son happy and get rid of the foul mood that had been haunting them for the past few days.

“I'll pack up, then visit your sister and let your parents know about it so that they won't be worried.”

“Sure. Let me pack the things for you two. You shall chat with Tiffany. Otherwise, someone might speak ill of me and say I'm not a good husband.”

Hearing that, Tiffany couldn't help but blush.