Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 117 Fight

When Elizabeth noticed that Oscar’s attention was all on Amelia, she flared up in anger and vented out her frustrations as though she had just found an opening.

“Oscar, your woman infuriated Cassie so much that she’s taken into the operating room again! Cassie lost her baby because of her, and yet she’s so persistent in bringing misfortune that she deliberately shows up here again to spite Cassie. Your woman is vile and vicious! She’s just jealous of other people’s good life. If anything untoward befalls Cassie, I will never forgive you!”

Oscar peered at Amelia and then judged the situation calmly. “Mrs. Yard, there must be some sort of misunderstanding here. Amelia’s not like that.”

It would have been better if he had not said anything, because once he spoke, Elizabeth exploded in rage. “Oscar, do you still have a conscience? Cassie had been pregnant with your child, but now she had lost it because of your wife! And yet Amelia hasn’t had enough. She came here to spite Cassie even more. Now Cassie’s in the operating room once again! I hope you all are satisfied!”

Oscar’s frown deepened.

“Mrs. Yard, you have to chill. Shouting and screaming aren’t going to help. Just be quiet and wait for the doctor.”

Elizabeth looked at Oscar with mixed emotions in her eyes. Out of the blue, she turned around and lunged at Amelia, like a hungry tigress targeting its prey.

“Amelia, you caused Cassie’s miscarriage. I want you to experience that too!”

Elizabeth sprang into action too quickly. Amelia could not react in time. Tiffany only managed to call out her name. “Amelia!”

Oscar instantly recovered from his daze. He leaped to the front and shielded Amelia in his arms, like a leopard protecting its cub, successfully blocking Elizabeth’s attack.

However, the older woman was relentless. After failing once, she got ready to try again, but this time when she was about to pounce, Tiffany quickly grabbed onto her from behind and the two broke into a fight. The younger woman might be a wordsmith who spent her days typing at home, but she was unexpectedly strong for her size. She landed one hit after another until Elizabeth could not take it anymore. The older woman crouched on the floor, brawling in pain.

“You witch! You wanted to attack Amelia, didn’t you? You wanted to kill her unborn child! Well, I’ll teach you a lesson! How do you like this? Just because we don’t fight back, do you think we’re weak? Today, I’ll show you exactly what I’m made of! Argh!”

Medical staff who were alerted by the ruckus rushed over to their location, only to be stunned by Tiffany’s act of fury. It took some effort, but the security guards eventually managed to separate the two angry women.

As a result of the fight, Tiffany’s hair was ruffled, her clothes disheveled, and she was panting heavily. On the other hand, Elizabeth’s was a greater mess. Her hair was tugged loose, she received a few bruises on her face, and had her top ripped at the shoulders.

Gasping for breath, feelings of humiliation, contempt, and disgraced all rushed at her at once, fanning the flames of hatred towards Amelia and Tiffany.

She was a woman of high social standing, pampered since childhood, never having endured even a bit of suffering in her life. She had never been treated this way.

“The police! I’ll call the police! If I don’t get this b*tch arrested by today, I’ll eat my shoe!” With that said, Elizabeth searched for her phone, but it must have dropped somewhere during the fight. She could not find it. “Where’s my phone? Give me my phone!” she bellowed in frustration.

not even the medical staff. The two guards holding her down said to her, “Madam, you need to calm down. This

glared deviously at them. “What, now even a mere

medical staff, Oscar said, “You can

so they were quite receptive to

could. “Mrs. Yard, I think you should go to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned

think you can get rid of me that easily. If you don’t compensate me today, I will never let these two

a

up. This is a hospital, with people constantly on the go. I know you don’t want to be regarded

end, she relented and went to the bathroom. When she got out, Oscar already had a new set of clothes in hand. He passed them to Elizabeth.

and went into Cassie’s ward. She made her exit

her arms, she glared at Tiffany before she went all aggressive again. “Oscar, as you already know, she hit me. What are

forward and scoffed at the older woman, “Look here, old hag! Don’t forget you attacked Amelia first. If you were friendlier to her, do you think I

Old hag?

fifties but she would boldly proclaim that she looked to be in her

Oscar! She’s smearing my name! Do you intend to call the police, or shall I do

Tiffany as he attempted to settle things in an orderly manner. “Mrs. Yard, Cassie’s still in the operating room. Let’s wait for her to wake up before we do anything hasty. Besides, it’s true that you had intended to harm Amelia and her unborn child.

tell that Oscar

are you

my elder. It stands to reason that I should show you respect, but I don’t need you to tell my wife and child what they should or should not do.” Oscar

her attempt to blow off some steam would be foiled by the likes of Oscar. It had

enough, Oscar! My daughter’s a victim of your wife’s misdeeds. She had a miscarriage, and now she’s in the operating room again. Even your wife’s friend had the nerve to fight me! So

fired back at Elizabeth, “You listen here, old hag! From the way I see it, your parents probably taught you nothing! They say that the women of high society are the most reasonable bunch, but you’re surely something else. You’re crude, disrespectful, vulgar, and contemptuous, much worse

face turned

in her

lips but held back

why don’t you and Tiffany head back first. I’ll go home after Cassie

with you. It’s because of me that Ms. Yard’s in there. I ought to

wonder, will a woman like

“Look here, you old hag! Wipe your mouth before you speak, will you? Every word you say reek of

she then turned to

old hag does know my name! What

self-respecting lady won’t simply give their elders nicknames,” Mrs. Yard scoffed. In other words, she was indirectly calling Tiffany an uncultured