Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 371 No Reunion

Meanwhile, in the apartment next door, Eleanor glared at her daughter for refusing to open the door even when Tiffany had called for them. “Amelia, why did you do that?”

Amelia stepped backward but held her ground. “She’s Daddy’s daughter, too. I think Daddy has a right to know that we have found my sister, doesn’t he?”

“Amelia, you know very well that your father does not like your sister,” cried Eleanor, vexed. “He didn’t even bother searching for her when she disappeared. Are you trying to get me into trouble by informing him about her without even warning me beforehand?”

Amelia was startled by her mother’s increasingly shrill voice. I only told Daddy in a huff because I didn’t like how Mom chose the other Amelia over me!

“Calm down, Mom. Listen, I just didn’t like how you paid attention to Amelia instead of me. I truly didn’t know that Daddy doesn’t like her. Since she is his daughter too, wouldn’t it make him happy to know that she has been found?”

Stepping forward, Amelia tried to take her mother’s hand but found hers being shoved aside roughly.

Eleanor felt the imminent arrival of another psychotic episode. “M-My medication,” she gasped.

Frightened, Amelia fetched it for her mother at once, alongside a glass of water.

“How’re you feeling, Mom?” Amelia asked worriedly.

Eleanor pushed past her daughter and collapsed onto the couch, afraid that she might injure her daughter during her episode.

Not many knew the extent of her illness, which would act up when Eleanor was deeply stressed or anxious. Whenever she had one of her episodes, she was at risk of hurting those around her. It was serious enough to warrant imprisonment in a mental asylum, but due to the prestige and influence of the Hutton family, that outcome had largely been avoided through the frequent diagnoses of the best doctors and psychologists in the city.

I won’t do this ever again, okay? I was just jealous that Amelia had managed to win

to look at her daughter. A

guiltily, though she remained indignant of the negligence she had been subjected to for the past couple of days. From as early as I can remember, I have been the object of Mom’s affections. What has that turned into? I’ve not only been slapped, but

against Amelia Winters. If it weren’t for her sudden appearance, we Huttons wouldn’t be in the disorder we are

wrong for not discussing the matter with you before involving Daddy. Please

a sigh, Eleanor opened

much like your sister, you know. I’ve been living in guilt for the past twenty years, blaming myself for not keeping a closer eye on your sister, which resulted in her disappearance. I have dreamt that she had been taken by traffickers and had her limbs broken to be taken to the streets to beg. Even the worst possible outcome, which I still dare not say aloud, is a recurring theme of my nightmares. When I thought of relying on my family, your father prevented me from searching for your sister. Even the servants at home were banned from talking about her. Do you know how that made me feel? It felt as if I were dead. Like I am a ghost whose pleas go

being opened at last, Eleanor poured the

twinging with guilt at what her mother had gone through. However, as she did not have any children of her own, it was impossible for Amelia to understand the maddening grief of losing a

lot of trouble with your father this time.

not, Mom. I love you most in the world. How could I

tell him you had said what you

gaped at

my mind than allow me to reunite with my daughter, would you? If this is the case, I would rather be sent off to an asylum than to live with people who want to

“Mom, can you at least tell me why

Eleanor’s turn to fumble for

all those years ago, is there? How else could Daddy be so cruel as to leave his own

but was silenced by a glare from her mother. “Amelia, you’re still a child. Maybe you will understand one day when you’re older. For now, we will speak no more

want Daddy to accept Amelia, why wouldn’t you tell him about her now? If he finds out on his own, the state of your marriage will only

before entering her bedroom. “Good luck,

ahead, a torrent of emotions surging through her heart. Though everybody in the Hutton residence respected her, none of them were on her side when it came to the