Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 127 Showing Signs Of Waking

Back then, Carter had disappeared when she was most vulnerable. Although she didn’t despise him, she felt aggrieved. In the past few years, she never stopped wondering why he didn’t hack through all the obstacles to come back to her. But the reality wasn’t a novel, after all. Nor was it a TV drama; happy endings didn’t come by so easily.

There were no do-overs. It would be close to impossible for things to return to how they used to be in the past.

At the thought of this, a hint of resentment laced Amelia’s voice. “Carter, when you left back then, I hated you for a while. I hated you for giving up so easily, and for leaving me helpless and alone. When we reconnected, you told me you’d make it up to me, but look at you now. What if my child and I are bullied in the future? Who’s going to seek justice for us?”

Perhaps these words were too provoking, but Carter’s hands twitched violently. Even so, he didn’t show signs of waking up.

“I’m saying this one more time, Carter. I’m only giving you two days. If you still don’t wake up, I’ll forget ever having you as my friend. I’ll assume all the promises you made to me were nothing but lies. I will take it as if you were never sincere to me.”

Carter’s fingers moved again, and his vitals began going haywire. Seeing this, Faye ran out frantically and yelled, “Doctor! Doctor…”

Soon, a large group of doctors and nurses rushed in. They invited Faye and everyone else out of the ward before performing various examinations of Carter. Without delay, they wheeled him out of the ward and into the operating room.

Faye walked toward the operating room with Jennifer’s support.

The latter reassured, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Scott. Since Carter showed a reaction, I’m sure he’ll wake up very soon.”

Faye’s eyes shimmered with hopeful tears. Abel and Jack, too, had expectant looks on their faces.

Amelia stood farther away from them, worry lining her features. As she stared at the operating room, her hands subconsciously balled into fists.

“Amelia, what are you doing here?” came a deep, male voice all of a sudden, giving her a great scare.

She followed the source of the voice and saw Oscar walking toward her in large strides while holding some medicine in his hand.

Her heart missed a beat, and she stuttered, “M-Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar stopped in front of her and glanced sideways at the Scotts, who were standing a short distance away. With a stern expression, he dipped his head and said in a low voice, “We’ll talk about this later.” Then, his features smoothed out as he put an arm around Amelia’s waist and approached the Scotts.

“Greetings, Mr. Scott. What are you doing at the hospital?” Oscar spoke with reverence.

Abel smiled in return. “Ah, Oscar. Aren’t you a workaholic, boy? Shouldn’t you be at the company? I’m surprised to see you here.”

Oscar chuckled. “A friend of mine is sick, so I came to visit her.”

friend of yours very much. I’ll definitely pay her

return, without commenting

don’t think you’ve met,” he thoughtfully introduced Amelia. In fact, he was aware that the Scotts

your wedding because I was physically unwell at that time. I’ve always been curious as to which rich family’s daughter managed to capture your heart. It turns out that

smile and asked, “Ah, so you know

her for some time and even planned to promote her to Director of the Creative Department, but she resigned out

familiar with Amelia, please look out for her from here

you were only committed to your work. I never expected you to be so protective of your wife. Amelia looks to be

“Of course.”

and queried, “I assume it’s a relative of the Scotts in there? Seeing as you’ve come

in there. His name is Carter. I don’t think the two of you have had many interactions. Do you both know each other?”

a coincidence. When Amelia was working in Majesty Group, I

do know him. My grandson is a brilliant man, but he’s still inferior to you. He has much to learn from

keep a low profile, so I didn’t recognize him as your grandson. The apple never falls far from the tree. Based on your capabilities, I’m sure your grandson would be able to steer

After all, Carter was his favorite grandson, so

few days ago? How did he

with work, so he doesn’t have his meals regularly. He ended up getting a gastric perforation and was hospitalized. You would’ve thought he’d be more responsible for his

careers, but not at the expense of their health. If I’m not mistaken, your grandson is approaching thirty. It’s high time

raised his brows.

reason she’d send me those photos. But seeing as my wife had a good relationship with your grandson, I’d considered destroying the company he’d established just a few years ago. After all, even if there was nothing going on between them, no man would stand by and watch

shot an indecipherable

her disapprovingly and chided, “What photos, Jennifer? What’s

“It was just a joke. I didn’t expect Mr. Clinton to remember it until now. I thought someone as

the girl next door; the type that Chanaea men like. I wouldn’t be a man if I forgot such a beauty, but of course, the photos you prepared for me

pursed her lips into a

never thought he would know that those photos had been sent by Jennifer. She couldn’t believe he had even approached the woman because of them. From their current conversation, she surmised that their first meeting hadn’t been a

hand and pulled him aside to whisper, “Mr. Clinton, you and Jennifer know

down at her

inferred, “You like

the world did she come to

you that I like

she has the

next door.” In other words, Jennifer may be idolized by nerds, but to a real man like

to smother her