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.

one came to her rescue, not even the medical staff. The two guards holding her down said to her,

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

staff, Oscar said, “You can go back to

so they were quite receptive

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

don’t think you can get rid of me that easily. If you don’t compensate me today, I will

felt a

you want to say, you can do that after you get cleaned up. This is a hospital, with people constantly on the go.

shot him a glance, but in the 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

and went into Cassie’s ward. She made her exit a moment later, donned in a

she glared at Tiffany before she went all aggressive again. “Oscar, as you

say anything, Tiffany came 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

you intend to call the police, or shall I do it

glanced at 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

Oscar was expressing

you

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 said,

attempt to blow off some steam would be foiled by

your wife’s friend had the nerve to fight me! So these are the kind of women you know. I wonder where

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 than most of the worldly women I’ve met. Even the greengrocers in the market are much more approachable compared to you. They would even give out an extra scallion or two when they’re in a good mood. But you?

turned

at Tiffany’s shirt. She whispered in her ear,

her lips but held back

Tiffany head back

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

like you give birth to a child who’s just as despicable and cunning as

here, you

Calmly, she then turned to Tiffany and asked, “You’re Tiffany Winters,

“So the old hag does

lady won’t simply give their elders nicknames,” Mrs. Yard scoffed. In