Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 102,Love You Enough to Leave You

“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. Noticing her hesitation, Tiffany asked, “Who is it?” Amelia shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t recognize the number.” In the end, Tiffany decided for her by taking her phone and ending the call. “Since you don’t know the number, don’t pick it up. It’ll save your time if it turns out to be a telemarketer on the other end of the line.” Amelia nodded. Amelia’s phone rang again when the two were ordering, and she reached out toward the other woman.

“Tiff, hand me my phone. I’m thinking that someone I know should be trying to call me with someone else’s phone.” Taking the phone back from Tiffany, Amelia then accepted the call. “Hello, may I know who this is?” “Amelia, right? I’m Carter’s mother. We’ve met several times a few years ago. Do you remember me?” Amelia’s face turned ashen, and her grip on her phone tightened. She never thought that she would receive a call from Faye nearly five years later. Faye’s voice was a reminder of the nightmare she once had. The wily woman, who had an elegant exterior, was the reason she became the supposed traitor of her company — they accused her of having conducted corporate espionage.

heart. Calmly, she uttered, “Hello, Mrs. Scott. May I know why you’re calling me?” Upon hearing that form of address, Tiffany widened her eyes as she stared at Amelia’s phone. Then, she gritted out, “Amelia, hand me the phone.” However, Amelia waved her hand and gave her a look, signaling her to stay silent. She then said, “Mrs. Scott, is there something I can help you with?” “Are you free now? I’d like to invite you to a meal; I have some things to talk to you about,” Faye

with you and your friend. Just tell me your address, and I’ll come to you,” Faye insisted. Amelia frowned before opening

Faye, it would seem rude. Hence, she gave her the address before ending the call. Tiffany asked, “She’s coming here?” Amelia nodded. Promptly furious, Tiffany seethed, “Can’t she feel a little more shameful about what she’s doing? She’s the reason for your suffering, and now she’s still calling you so shamelessly.”

then! They nearly forced us to a dead end. If you 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 in broad daylight!” “Hey, don’t get mad.” Amelia patted her hand and consoled. “Since you know

won’t come into contact with them as frequently in the future, so don’t worry. We’re just having lunch with them.” “I’ll lose my appetite 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 wrong? “She’s irrelevant, so it’s meaningless for me to feel angry at her. Moreover, they won’t know that I’m mad at them, so

isn’t worth it to feel angry for someone unimported,” Amelia coaxed. Tiffany’s response to that was to furiously order dozens of dishes. It did not take Faye long to come. Soon, she entered with her branded bag slung on her shoulder. Striding toward Amelia and Tiffany’s table, she sat down without needing any prompting from either of them. “Why did you feel like eating stew? The smell

there.” Looking toward Tiffany, Faye hesitantly uttered, “And you are…? You look familiar, but I can’t recall where

“Mrs. Scott, may I know why you’re looking for me?” Amelia asked, returning to the original topic. With a fake, vague smile, Faye replied, “Nothing much, really. I just heard from Carter that you’re now working in his company, so I’ve come to meet you. After all, it’s been almost five years since we last met.” At that, Amelia responded, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Scott. I’ve left

have a look at you. I hope I’m not disrupting you.” Hearing those words from Faye, a disgusted look crept upon Tiffany’s face, and she suddenly lost her appetite for the stew that was just served. “Mrs. Scott, speak your mind. You look so unconvincing, and I’m losing my appetite just by hearing your voice.” Tiffany mocked. Faye’s expression darkened as she said, “I didn’t think that Ms. Winters would become snippier after not meeting for a few years.” “Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Scott, but I’d like to let you know that I’m only snippy toward people