Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 273 Tormenting Each Other

No one knew if it was because of the high levels of stress, immense guilt from setting Oscar up, or her reluctance to divorce him, but Amelia developed a fever the night she moved in with Tiffany. Her temperature got so high that she lost consciousness, so Tiffany and Kurt had to rush her to the hospital immediately.

It took the doctors and nurses a whole night just to stabilize her condition, and even then, she still remained unconscious.

“I love you so much, Oscar… I don’t want to divorce you…” Amelia mumbled while she was unconscious.

Moments later, she became more agitated as she said, “No, I want to divorce you… I don’t want people mocking you for having a blind wife! I don’t want to be a burden to you! I know you’re strong and don’t care about what others say, but I do! I love you, so I can’t stand anyone insulting you!”

The next thing they knew, Amelia began convulsing violently and sobbing uncontrollably.

It pained Tiffany to see her so upset even when she was dreaming. She held Amelia’s flailing hands and comforted her by saying, “It’s all right, Babe. We’re here with you. You’re not going to divorce Oscar; trust me.”

To her surprise, Amelia’s convulsions grew even more violent as she mumbled, “No, I want to divorce him! I don’t want to be a burden to him! Help me, Tiff!”

Tiffany’s eyes reddened.

“Why must you do this, Amelia? Don’t divorce him if you love him! Why torture yourself like this? Your eyes will get better once you find a suitable donor!”

“No! Help me, Tiff!”

Tiffany took a deep breath. “All right, I’ll help you…”

Amelia finally calmed down after hearing that, only to start mumbling again several minutes later, “I’m sorry for divorcing you, Oscar…”

She kept repeating that phrase as if it was the only way to reassure herself that they weren’t meant to be together, that getting divorced was the ideal solution for them both.

Tiffany couldn’t understand why Amelia insisted on tormenting both herself and Oscar like this. Maybe this is what happens when you love someone really deeply. You just can’t stand being imperfect in their eyes…

She then walked up to Amelia, who was still mumbling, and whispered in her ear, “Get a good night’s sleep, Amelia. You need to recover before you can discuss your divorce with Oscar.”

Amelia finally fell silent after that.

phone and saw that it was already two in

back and check on Tony. I’m worried about having Martha look after

of my friends with protecting Tony

gaze back to Amelia, who was lying on the bed. “Kurt, could you go buy us some beers? I’m stressed as hell

the ward, returning about half an hour later with two bags

said, “I figured you’re probably hungry after having such an eventful night, so I bought you some soup too. You should never

and forced a smile. “You

Kurt simply kept quiet.

was indeed hungry at the time, she wasted

to have a great friend like her who would go out of her

soup, Tiffany cracked open a cold one and

unladylike to drink like a fish,” Kurt

to rely on when I started working a few years ago, so I had to train myself to be a strong and independent woman. Time went by, and… Well, I just ended up like this. Honestly, I used to be a lot worse back then. Now, I only drink occasionally, either when attending social events or meeting with publishers. Amelia and I used to drink a lot

another sip of her beer and continued after a brief pause, “A lot of people wonder why I’m so nice to Amelia. It’s because she was there for me during my toughest times. They say a friend in need is a

his beer. “She’s a

to be viewed as inferior by those in the Clinton family. She didn’t know anything about proper etiquette at first. In order not to make a fool out of herself, she secretly hired a teacher to educate her on it. She finally developed the elegance and grace required after a while, but I’ve rarely seen her smile happily ever since. If it were possible, I

deep

bitter, Tiffany opened another bottle as she asked,

Kurt shook his head.

actually makes you a good listener. At least you don’t interrupt people when they’re rambling on and on,” Tiffany said after taking another sip

down his beer with a frown on

talking. I like to

a meaningful glance and asked all of a sudden, “Kurt, do

brief second before replying indifferently, “What makes

exceptionally concerned about her. Being a freelance author, I pay a lot of

this.” Kurt had indirectly

you to fall for her. Maybe fate decided she had way too much

“She’ll get better.”

blind. I think she’s really stupid, tormenting herself like this for Oscar’s sake. Well, I haven’t experienced a powerful romance like this myself,

won’t mind