Chapter 32


    Tiffany shot Carter an angry look. “There’s someone whom I dislike here that makes the air stale. I can’t


    stand it.”


    Amelia nced at her. “Come on, Tiff. You’re an adult now.”


    Taking a deep breath, Tiffany spread out her hands and replied, “Fine, it’s my fault. I’m being


    unreasonable. I’ll shut up now, alright?”


    Amelia did not know what to do with her.


    “Tiffany, I was half responsible for what happened back then. I apologize. Give me a chance to treat you


    to a meal as an apology,” Carter chipped in with a smile.


    Seeing the look of warning in Amelia’s eyes, Tiffany nodded her head reluctantly.


    As soon as Carter walked into The Grand with Amelia and Tiffany, a young, beautiful waitress greeted


    them, “Mr. Scott, the room you reserved is ready. This way, please.”


    They were about to follow the waitress to head upstairs when they bumped into Oscar, who imed to


    be on a business trip. Next to him stood a stunning woman, who, to Amelia’s astonishment, looked a lot


    like her. However, the vibes they gave off varied considerably; one was pure and innocent, the other was


    sultry and vampish.


    Amelia was bbergasted as her hands and feet turned cold. Supporting her by the arm, Tiffany said


    cynically, “Oh, hi, Mr. Clinton. Weren’t you supposed to be on a business trip to Coldbridge? Why are you


    here with a beautiful woman instead? Ah, I see it now. The business trip is an excuse you cooked up so


    that you can spend time with your lover. Well, you’re a sessful businessman, Mr. Clinton, so no one


    will me you for keeping one or two mistresses. There’s no need for you to lie, really.


    Tsk, tsk.”


    Withplicated emotions in her eyes, Amelia looked at Oscar, then put on a graceful smile and said


    causally, “Mr. Clinton, you’re back from your business trip. How may I address thisdy?”


    Oscar stared at her with pursed lips, while the woman next to him prompted in a sweet voice, “Oz, are


    these three your friends? Aren’t you going to introduce us?”


    Returning to his senses, Oscar looked at her before his gaze softened. However, his


    answer pierced Amelia’s heart. “They’re just acquaintances.”


    “Don’t you think thisdy looks like me, Oz?” the woman asked.


    “A little, but she’s not as pretty as you are,” replied Oscar.


    “Oscar Clinton, you scumbag! Amelia is your wife, not some insignificant woman!” Tiffany glowered at


    Oscar. Then, she pointed at the woman next to him and said, “I don’t care what your rtionship is with


    Oscar, but you should drop your pretentious act and stop acting like you don’t know shit. Women like you


    are the b*tch in my novels. The man you’re with has married someone else, and his wife is my friend


    right here. Do you understand?”


    The woman gave Oscar an innocent look and asked, “What’s going on, Oz? You’re married?”


    Oscar’s face instantly clouded over as he looked at Amelia indifferently. “Amelia, get your friend to watch


    her mouth, or things will get nasty. Cassie came back for a piano performance.”


    With the same graceful smile on her face, Amelia extended her arm toward Cassie andplimented,


    “Oh, so you’re Ms. Cassie. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard about you from Mr. Clinton. You’re so pretty.”


    Since Cassie was pretending not to know her, she did not mind ying along. After all, the former


    enjoyed being a goody-two-shoes and was the apple of Oscar’s eyes.


    But why does my heart ache so much?


    Cassie shook hands with Amelia and said, “You can call me Cassie. Are you a friend of Oscar’s? I don’t


    think I’ve seen you before.”


    “I only met Mr. Clinton after you went abroad. That’s why you don’t know me.”


    “I see.” Turning to look at Oscar, Cassie added, “Oz, why are you pulling a long face? They’re your


    friends. You’re scaring them.”


    Oscar wrapped his arm around her waist and replied, “I think they’re going to have lunch. Let’s not


    disturb them.”


    “Alright. Let’s go then.” After nodding at Amelia, Cassie went downstairs with Oscar.


    Enraged, Tiffany was about tosh out when Amelia said in a voice tinged with powerlessness, “Tiff, let


    me have my dignity.”


    Holding back, Tiffany asked worriedly, “Are you okay, Amelia?”


    Amelia shook her head and said to Carter, “Carter, I’m sorry you had to see that.” Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    “You don’t look well. We should eat together next time. I’ll send the two of you back,” Carter proposed,


    sounding like a gentleman.


    “Thank you.” Amelia gave him an apologetic smile.


    “We’re friends, so you can alwayse to me if you have any problems. By the way, that man is Oscar


    Clinton, right? How did you get involved with him? Or are you really his wife like what Tiffany said?”


    Shaking her head, Amelia replied with a rare trace of vulnerability in her tone, “Can you not ask so many


    questions, Carter?”


    Carter was not a nosy man, so he dropped the subject and said instead, “I’ll send you girls home first


    then. Remember toe to work on Monday. And,e to me if you have any problems.”


    “Thank you!”


    Subsequently, Carter sent the two of them back to Amelia’s apartment in the city center. After getting out


    of the car, Amelia said politely, “Carter, thank you for today. I’ll definitely go to work on time on Monday.”


    “Rest well. Don’t think too much,” said Carter gently while nodding.


    Amelia nodded in response.


    After Carter left, she said to Tiffany with a pale face, “Tiff, can I spend the night at your ce?”


    Suppressing her anger, Tiffany did not have the heart to scold Amelia after seeing her in such a state.


    Thus, they took a taxi together to her ce. After reaching her home, Tiffany said with her hands on her


    hips, “Amelia, didn’t you feel anything when that scumbag actually brought another woman to your face?”


    With her thoughts in a muddle, Amelia replied in a rather pleading tone, “Tiff, can we not talk about him


    now?” Tiffany was exasperated. “Why do you be a coward in front of this man, Amelia? Where’s the


    bold Amelia that I know?”


    Still feeling a little cold, Amelia asked, “Can you get me a ss of water, Tiff?”


    Tiffany held back her anger and went to put the kettle on. “I’m boiling water.”


    Amelia nodded and propped her forehead with both hands, seemingly lost in thought.


    “Amelia, what exactly are you thinking? The temptress hase right to your face.” Tiffany was short-


    tempered. Having penned arge number of romance novels, she believed in love and that love was


    sacred. Perhaps most of the people in the world wouldugh at her for her naive thinking, but writing


    novels had really given her some insights into love.


    If Amelia had not been her best friend, she would have grabbed her by the shoulders and asked her


    what she wanted exactly. Love was such a beautiful thing, and yet Amelia abused it.


    Meanwhile, Amelia had rposed herself and said in a calm tone, “What else can I do other than


    getting a divorce?”


    “Okay, divorce it is, but don’t forget to take your share of his assets. Don’t act all high and mighty by not


    taking anything. Otherwise, I’ll despise you,” snapped Tiffany angrily.


    “Didn’t you say that money is not important to you anymore after being on the brink of death once?”


    Amelia pointed out.


    “Yes, I did say so. But I was referring to the ie from work. As long as the sry is enough for me to


    spend, I’m happy. I didn’t ask you not to take anything like a saint. You’re embarrassing me if you really


    don’t ask for your share.”


    Amelia could not help but chuckle.


    “What’s so funny?”


    Amelia shrugged. “I know you’re saying this for my own good, Tiff. Don’t worry. I know what I should do.


    I’ll take everything that’s supposed to be mine.”


    Only then did Tiffany stop pulling a long face.


    “You know what? Amelia, you had no fight in you at all back at the restaurant.”


    “Cassie’s return caught me off guard. Next time when I see her, I’ll surely get nasty with her.”


    Tiffany sneered, “I believe that you still have the fight in you, but you always be meek in front of


    Oscar. Are you sure you can get nasty with that pretentious b*tch?”


    After a brief pause, Tiffany added derisively, “That woman looks innocent. She’s good at ying dumb


    and acting weak in front of men, making her the type of woman most men like. It’s no wonder Oscar can


    still treat her like she’s oh-so precious. If I were a man, I would’ve melted too under her coy gaze.”


    “Tiff, are you selling ourselves short?”


    “No, I’m just telling you that your rival in love should not be underestimated,” asserted Tiffany while


    wagging her middle finger.


    Crossing her legs, Amelia leaned forward flirtatiously and said, “The stronger the enemy is, the more


    interesting it is to fight, isn’t it?”


    “Well, in my opinion, you should win without having to fight,” Tiffany argued.


    Amelia responded with a smile, the sadness in her eyes well-hidden from Tiffany.


    In the evening, she received a phone call from Oscar. As soon as she picked up the phone, he ordered


    in a domineering tone, “Where are you? Come back now.”


    He hung up the phone right after speaking.


    “Is it Oscar?” asked Tiffany.


    Amelia nodded in agreement.


    “What did he say?”


    “He wants me to go back now.”


    “That’s it?”


    Getting all riled up, Tiffany squeezed the pillow in her arms and added decisively, “Don’t go back. If you


    rush back simply because of a phone call from him, don’t call me your friend anymore.”


    “He’s called. How can I not go back?” Amelia threw the phone on the bed and said nonchntly.


    “You’re his wife. How can he simply yell at you?”


    “My dear, don’t forget that he’s also your savior.”


    “The doctor saved me.”


    “If he hadn’t used his connections and hired James, the best doctor from Anndur, you might still be


    lying on the hospital bed in a vegetative state.”


    Tiffany red at her. “Amelia, are you here to y devil’s advocate?”


    Getting off the bed, Amelia put on a red dress, took her bag, and said, “I’m going back.”


    “Can you grow a spine, Amelia Winters?”


    “Tiff, I know what you wanna say, but I wanna solve the matter between me and Oscar by myself. Don’t


    worry. No one can hurt me unless I allow them to. From the moment I got married to him, I knew that our


    marriage wouldn’tst forever, so I’ve never fantasized about it being otherwise. It’s only after meeting


    Cassie today that I think Oscar is really a poor judge of character even though he’s good at doing


    business.”


    Tiffany snapped her fingers andmented, “Congrattions. You finally have it figured out.”


    “Alright. I’m off,” bade Amelia while wearing her bag over her shoulder.


    .


    Tiffany saw her out. “Call me if you need me after you go back. Also, be more careful now that you’re


    pregnant.”