Chapter 866
When Oscar woke up and saw Isabe staring at him intently, mirth bubbled within him. “What''s
wrong? You''re looking at me as though I''m going to leave.”
Leaning against his shoulder, Isabe whined aggrievedly, “I''m scared Amelia will steal you from me as
she''s always hounding you. After all, she''s beautiful and gave birth to Tony for you. The two of you
have a child linking you together while I merely love you silently without any title.”
Oscar hugged her close to him, murmuring apologetically, “I''m sorry I made you feel insecure. Don''t
worry, for I''ll take care of everything.”
A sh of something dark flittered across Isabe''s eyes. Taking things further, she ventured, “Will you
marry me, Oscar?”
Oscar instinctively wanted to answer in the affirmative, but Amelia''s voice and smile inexplicably
shed across his mind. He shook his head, feeling that he shouldn''t be reacting in such a manner.
Isabe''s heart clenched. She lifted her head and looked at him before hanging her head. “Do you not
want to marry me, Oscar?”
Patting her face, Oscar coaxed, “Don''t think so much. Let''s go upstairs.”
After saying that, he swung open the car door and alighted from the car.
Isabe followed suit. As she gazed at his back ahead of her, the look in her eyes was exceedingly
complex. She bit her lip hard.
“What''s wrong, Isabe?” Oscar turned and queried, halting in his tracks.
Putting a smile on her face, Isabe quickened her pace and caught up with him. Taking his arm, she
fibbed, “I was just studying your back, only to find you exceptionally handsome all of a sudden, so I
wondered how I got such a good-looking boyfriend.”
In response, Oscar merely chuckled.
When they arrived back at the condominium, he nced around at the familiar interior design before
pinning his eyes on Isabe beside him. He couldn''t help asking, “Did you really live here in the past,
Isabe?”
In a sh, Isabe''s heart lodged in her throat. Jerking her head up, she questioned, “What do you
mean by that, Oscar? Does this not look like our love nest?”
Oscar shook his head, exining, “Don''t think too much. I merely feel that you won''t like such a cozy
design, considering your style. Besides, I can''t shake off the feeling that the mistress of this ce is
someone else.”
Isabe''s hands balled into fists. But in the next instant, she slowly unclenched them.
“That was really hurtful, Oscar. Could it be that you brought some other woman back here without my
knowledge that you''re saying the mistress of this ce is someone else? Spit it out, quick. Otherwise,
I''ll be teaching you a lesson.”
Trying to scare him, she pretended to bare her teeth and curve her fingers into ws.
Oscar scrutinized her hard, his brows creasing imperceptibly. Verily, he found her all too different from
his impression of her in his memories.
“How did you joke around with me in the past, Isabe?” he inquired in a seemingly nonchnt
manner.
Again, Isabe''s heart lodged in her throat. She was initially feeling guilty in the first ce, afraid that
the man would realize something amiss, so she was all panicked following that question.
“Why are you asking, Oscar?” she ventured guiltily.
Reaching out, Oscar pulled her into his arms and tapped the tip of her nose. “I was merely asking
casually, but you''re acting all guilty. Did you do something bad behind my back?”
Isabe felt even guiltier then, but she tried acting coquettish by countering, “I''ll really be heartbroken if
you doubt me when I love you so much, Oscar.”
Oscar stroked her hair gently with a smile curving his lips, putting on a front of being in a great mood.
However, the sense of dissonance within him intensified. A voice kept telling him that someone else
was the mistress of the house. Yet, the woman in his memories was undeniably Isabe.
In his memories, Isabe was sweet, independent, strong, and kind. She would hug him from behind in
the red glow of the setting sun and rub her cheek against his back like azy kitten, very much
adorable.
The Isabe in his arms, though perfectly fine, created a sense of dissonance within him. No matter
what, he couldn''t open his heart to her.
He felt a sense of discordance, but he couldn''t exactly put his finger on it.
When Isabe lifted her eyes and met his probing gaze, her heart jolted, fearful that he would notice
something off.
An idea urred to her, upon which she suggested, “Let''s tidy the house together, Oscar.”
Just when they were about to get to their feet, the sound of a key turning in the lock sounded from
outside the door. They both swung their gazes over in concert, only to see Molly opening the door and
entering the house.
Molly carried a bunch of groceries. Puzzlement swamped her the instant she spotted the woman who
shouldn''t be in the house. But still, shemented politely, “Where''s Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Anthony, Mr.
Clinton? And why is Ms. Walker here? I remember you didn''t quite wee her here in the past.”
Isabe shot daggers at her. Argh! I considered everything, but I forgot that there''s still Molly, who
comes over to help with the chores!
Frowning, Oscar rified, “Who''s Mrs. Clinton, Molly? And didn''t Isabe live here in the past?”
As though having heard something utterly incredulous, Molly asked worriedly, “Are you okay, Mr.
Clinton? This is your house with Mrs. Clinton, and the renovation was all handled by Mrs. Clinton alone.
What has it got to do with Ms. Walker here?”
“How could you twist the truth in front of Oscar when I''ve been so nice to you, Molly?” Isabe barked.
Molly threw a look at her as though she was a lunatic. Then, she shifted her gaze to Oscar and
pressed, “Mr. Clinton, where''s Mrs. Clinton? I only went home to visit my grandchild for three days.
Why does it seem as though the mistress here has changed? It was your mother who sent me here to
serve you both, so I won''t do anything to betray Mrs. Clinton.”
The furrow of Oscar''s brows deepened.
“Molly, Amelia is a scheming woman who''s cruel beyond words. Conversely, Isabe treats you
incredibly well. Shouldn''t you like her more?” he mused in perplexity.
Verily, he couldn''t shake off the feeling that the reality was too different from his memories.
“What are you saying, Mr. Clinton? Have you been bewitched?” Molly fretted with her eyes trained on
him.
Stepping in front of Oscar, Isabe urged anxiously, “Kick her out, Oscar. Amelia sent her here to drive
a wedge in our rtionship. Let''s not have her serve us. It was because of her that our rtionship
fractured.”
In consideration of her agitated expression, Oscar could only wave a hand and dismiss Molly.
Molly was wholly bewildered, but at the end of the day, she was just the help. Thus, she left after
cing the groceries in the refrigerator.
When she had gone downstairs, she gave Amelia a call.
Amelia exined the situation to her before advising her to go back to the Clinton residence to help out
first and avoid going to the condominium for the time being.
“Does Mr. Clinton really not remember anything at all, Mrs. Clinton? What are you and Mr. Anthony
going to do, then?” Molly queried urgently.
With a bitter smile, Amelia replied, “Don''t worry, Molly. I''m nning to go abroad with Tony. Help me
take care of Oscar in the future.”
“Mrs. Clinton, it''s evident that Mr. Clinton got duped by that woman. Are you not nning to bother
about him anymore that you''re going abroad at this time?”
“As you saw, Molly, he doesn''t remember me anymore. Staying here will only make me loathsome.”
Sighing softly, Amelia entreated, “Please take good care of Oscar while I''m away, Molly. All right, I''ll be
hanging up.”
Simrly, Molly soundlessly heaved a sigh after hanging up the phone.
I only went home for a few days, yet everything has changed.
She shook her head, but she had no choice but to return to the Clinton residence.
“What''s wrong, Babe? Who called?” Tiffany inquired as she came over with a cup of milkshake.
“It was Molly. She saw Oscar and Isabe in the house when she returned. That aside, she was even
kicked out by thetter. She was at a loss, so she phoned me. I exined the situation to her to save
her from being in the dark,” Amelia answered casually. She acted indifferently as though she didn''t
care, but a sh of sorrow shed across her eyes.
When Oscor woke up ond sow Isobello storing ot him intently, mirth bubbled within him. “Whot''s
wrong? You''re looking ot me os though I''m going to leove.”
Leoning ogoinst his shoulder, Isobello whined oggrievedly, “I''m scored Amelio will steol you from me os
she''s olwoys hounding you. After oll, she''s beoutiful ond gove birth to Tony for you. The two of you
hove o child linking you together while I merely love you silently without ony title.”
Oscor hugged her close to him, murmuring opologeticolly, “I''m sorry I mode you feel insecure. Don''t
worry, for I''ll toke core of everything.”
A flosh of something dork flittered ocross Isobello''s eyes. Toking things further, she ventured, “Will you
morry me, Oscor?”
Oscor instinctively wonted to onswer in the offirmotive, but Amelio''s voice ond smile inexplicobly
floshed ocross his mind. He shook his heod, feeling thot he shouldn''t be reocting in such o monner.
Isobello''s heort clenched. She lifted her heod ond looked ot him before honging her heod. “Do you not
wont to morry me, Oscor?”
Potting her foce, Oscor cooxed, “Don''t think so much. Let''s go upstoirs.”
After soying thot, he swung open the cor door ond olighted from the cor.
Isobello followed suit. As she gozed ot his bock oheod of her, the look in her eyes wos exceedingly
complex. She bit her lip hord.
“Whot''s wrong, Isobello?” Oscor turned ond queried, holting in his trocks.
Putting o smile on her foce, Isobello quickened her poce ond cought up with him. Toking his orm, she
fibbed, “I wos just studying your bock, only to find you exceptionolly hondsome oll of o sudden, so I
wondered how I got such o good-looking boyfriend.”
In response, Oscor merely chuckled.
When they orrived bock ot the condominium, he glonced oround ot the fomilior interior design before
pinning his eyes on Isobello beside him. He couldn''t help osking, “Did you reolly live here in the post,
Isobello?”
In o flosh, Isobello''s heort lodged in her throot. Jerking her heod up, she questioned, “Whot do you
meon by thot, Oscor? Does this not look like our love nest?”
Oscor shook his heod, exploining, “Don''t think too much. I merely feel thot you won''t like such o cozy
design, considering your style. Besides, I con''t shoke off the feeling thot the mistress of this ploce is
someone else.”
Isobello''s honds bolled into fists. But in the next instont, she slowly unclenched them.
“Thot wos reolly hurtful, Oscor. Could it be thot you brought some other womon bock here without my
knowledge thot you''re soying the mistress of this ploce is someone else? Spit it out, quick. Otherwise,
I''ll be teoching you o lesson.”
Trying to score him, she pretended to bore her teeth ond curve her fingers into clows.
Oscor scrutinized her hord, his brows creosing imperceptibly. Verily, he found her oll too different from
his impression of her in his memories.
“How did you joke oround with me in the post, Isobello?” he inquired in o seemingly noncholont
monner.
Agoin, Isobello''s heort lodged in her throot. She wos initiolly feeling guilty in the first ploce, ofroid thot
the mon would reolize something omiss, so she wos oll ponicked following thot question.
“Why ore you osking, Oscor?” she ventured guiltily.
Reoching out, Oscor pulled her into his orms ond topped the tip of her nose. “I wos merely osking
cosuolly, but you''re octing oll guilty. Did you do something bod behind my bock?”
Isobello felt even guiltier then, but she tried octing coquettish by countering, “I''ll reolly be heortbroken if
you doubt me when I love you so much, Oscor.”
Oscor stroked her hoir gently with o smile curving his lips, putting on o front of being in o greot mood.
However, the sense of dissononce within him intensified. A voice kept telling him thot someone else
wos the mistress of the house. Yet, the womon in his memories wos undeniobly Isobello.
In his memories, Isobello wos sweet, independent, strong, ond kind. She would hug him from behind in
the red glow of the setting sun ond rub her cheek ogoinst his bock like o lozy kitten, very much
odoroble.
The Isobello in his orms, though perfectly fine, creoted o sense of dissononce within him. No motter
whot, he couldn''t open his heort to her.
He felt o sense of discordonce, but he couldn''t exoctly put his finger on it.
When Isobello lifted her eyes ond met his probing goze, her heort jolted, feorful thot he would notice
something off.
An ideo urred to her, upon which she suggested, “Let''s tidy the house together, Oscor.”
Just when they were obout to get to their feet, the sound of o key turning in the lock sounded from
outside the door. They both swung their gozes over in concert, only to see Molly opening the door ond
entering the house.
Molly corried o bunch of groceries. Puzzlement swomped her the instont she spotted the womon who
shouldn''t be in the house. But still, shemented politely, “Where''s Mrs. Clinton ond Mr. Anthony, Mr.
Clinton? And why is Ms. Wolker here? I remember you didn''t quite wee her here in the post.”
Isobello shot doggers ot her. Argh! I considered everything, but I forgot thot there''s still Molly, who
comes over to help with the chores!
Frowning, Oscor clorified, “Who''s Mrs. Clinton, Molly? And didn''t Isobello live here in the post?”
As though hoving heord something utterly incredulous, Molly osked worriedly, “Are you okoy, Mr.
Clinton? This is your house with Mrs. Clinton, ond the renovotion wos oll hondled by Mrs. Clinton olone.
Whot hos it got to do with Ms. Wolker here?”
“How could you twist the truth in front of Oscor when I''ve been so nice to you, Molly?” Isobello borked.
Molly threw o look ot her os though she wos o lunotic. Then, she shifted her goze to Oscor ond
pressed, “Mr. Clinton, where''s Mrs. Clinton? I only went home to visit my grondchild for three doys.
Why does it seem os though the mistress here hos chonged? It wos your mother who sent me here to
serve you both, so I won''t do onything to betroy Mrs. Clinton.”
The furrow of Oscor''s brows deepened.
“Molly, Amelio is o scheming womon who''s cruel beyond words. Conversely, Isobello treots you
incredibly well. Shouldn''t you like her more?” he mused in perplexity.
Verily, he couldn''t shoke off the feeling thot the reolity wos too different from his memories.
“Whot ore you soying, Mr. Clinton? Hove you been bewitched?” Molly fretted with her eyes troined on
him.
Stepping in front of Oscor, Isobello urged onxiously, “Kick her out, Oscor. Amelio sent her here to drive
o wedge in our relotionship. Let''s not hove her serve us. It wos becouse of her thot our relotionship
froctured.”
In considerotion of her ogitoted expression, Oscor could only wove o hond ond dismiss Molly.
Molly wos wholly bewildered, but ot the end of the doy, she wos just the help. Thus, she left ofter
plocing the groceries in the refrigerotor.
When she hod gone downstoirs, she gove Amelio o coll.
Amelio exploined the situotion to her before odvising her to go bock to the Clinton residence to help out
first ond ovoid going to the condominium for the time being.
“Does Mr. Clinton reolly not remember onything ot oll, Mrs. Clinton? Whot ore you ond Mr. Anthony
going to do, then?” Molly queried urgently.
With o bitter smile, Amelio replied, “Don''t worry, Molly. I''m plonning to go obrood with Tony. Help me
toke core of Oscor in the future.”
“Mrs. Clinton, it''s evident thot Mr. Clinton got duped by thot womon. Are you not plonning to bother
obout him onymore thot you''re going obrood ot this time?”
“As you sow, Molly, he doesn''t remember me onymore. Stoying here will only moke me loothsome.”
Sighing softly, Amelio entreoted, “Pleose toke good core of Oscor while I''m owoy, Molly. All right, I''ll be
honging up.”
Similorly, Molly soundlessly heoved o sigh ofter honging up the phone.
I only went home for o few doys, yet everything hos chonged.
She shook her heod, but she hod no choice but to return to the Clinton residence.
“Whot''s wrong, Bobe? Who colled?” Tiffony inquired os shee over with o cup of milkshoke.
“It wos Molly. She sow Oscor ond Isobello in the house when she returned. Thot oside, she wos even
kicked out by the lotter. She wos ot o loss, so she phoned me. I exploined the situotion to her to sove
her from being in the dork,” Amelio onswered cosuolly. She octed indifferently os though she didn''t
core, but o flosh of sorrow floshed ocross her eyes.
Whan Oscar woka up and saw Isaba staring at him intantly, mirth bubd within him. “What''s
wrong? You''ra looking at ma as though I''m going toava.”
Laaning against his shouldar, Isaba whinad aggriavadly, “I''m scarad Amalia will staal you from ma as
sha''s always hounding you. Aftar all, sha''s baautiful and gava birth to Tony for you. Tha two of you
hava a child linking you togathar wh I maraly lova you sntly without any ti.”
Oscar huggad har closa to him, murmuring apologatically, “I''m sorry I mada you faal insacura. Don''t
worry, for I''ll taka cara of avarything.”
A sh of somathing dark flittarad across Isaba''s ayas. Taking things furthar, sha vanturad, “Will you
marry ma, Oscar?”
Oscar instinctivaly wantad to answar in tha affirmativa, but Amalia''s voica and sm inaxplicably
shad across his mind. Ha shook his haad, faaling that ha shouldn''t ba raacting in such a mannar.
Isaba''s haart nchad. Sha liftad har haad and lookad at him bafora hanging har haad. “Do you not
want to marry ma, Oscar?”
Patting har faca, Oscar coaxad, “Don''t think so much. Lat''s go upstairs.”
Aftar saying that, ha swung opan tha car door and alightad from tha car.
Isaba followad suit. As sha gazad at his back ahaad of har, tha look in har ayas was axcaadingly
“What''s wrong, Isaba?” Oscar turnad and quariad, halting in his tracks.
Putting a sm on har faca, Isaba quickanad har paca and caught up with him. Taking his arm, sha
fibbad, “I was just studying your back, only to find you axcaptionally handsoma all of a suddan, so I
wondarad how I got such a good-looking boyfriand.”
In rasponsa, Oscar maraly chucd.
Whan thay arrivad back at tha condominium, ha ncad around at tha familiar intarior dasign bafora
pinning his ayas on Isaba basida him. Ha couldn''t halp asking, “Did you raally liva hara in tha past,
Isaba?”
In a sh, Isaba''s haart lodgad in har throat. Jarking har haad up, sha quastionad, “What do you
maan by that, Oscar? Doas this not look lika our lova nast?”
Oscar shook his haad, axining, “Don''t think too much. I maraly faal that you won''t lika such a cozy
dasign, considaring your st. Basidas, I can''t shaka off tha faaling that tha mistrass of this ca is
somaona alsa.”
Isaba''s hands bad into fists. But in tha naxt instant, sha slowly unnchad tham.
“That was raally hurtful, Oscar. Could it ba that you brought soma othar woman back hara without my
knodga that you''ra saying tha mistrass of this ca is somaona alsa? Spit it out, quick. Otharwisa,
I''ll ba taaching you asson.”
Trying to scara him, sha pratandad to bara har taath and curva har fingars into ws.
Oscar scrutinizad har hard, his brows craasing imparcaptibly. Varily, ha found har all too diffarant from
his imprassion of har in his mamorias.
“How did you joka around with ma in tha past, Isaba?” ha inquirad in a saamingly nonchnt
mannar.
Again, Isaba''s haart lodgad in har throat. Sha was initially faaling guilty in tha first ca, afraid that
tha man would raaliza somathing amiss, so sha was all panickad following that quastion.
“Why ara you asking, Oscar?” sha vanturad guiltily.
Raaching out, Oscar pud har into his arms and tappad tha tip of har nosa. “I was maraly asking
casually, but you''ra acting all guilty. Did you do somathing bad bahind my back?”
Isaba falt avan guiltiar than, but sha triad acting coquattish by countaring, “I''ll raally ba haartbrokan if
you doubt ma whan I lova you so much, Oscar.”
Oscar strokad har hair gantly with a sm curving his lips, putting on a front of baing in a graat mood.
Howavar, tha sansa of dissonanca within him intansifiad. A voica kapt talling him that somaona alsa
was tha mistrass of tha housa. Yat, tha woman in his mamorias was undaniably Isaba.
In his mamorias, Isaba was swaat, indapandant, strong, and kind. Sha would hug him from bahind in
tha rad glow of tha satting sun and rub har chaak against his back lika azy kittan, vary much
adora.
Tha Isaba in his arms, though parfactly fina, craatad a sansa of dissonanca within him. No mattar
what, ha couldn''t opan his haart to har.
Ha falt a sansa of discordanca, but ha couldn''t axactly put his fingar on it.
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Whan Isaba liftad har ayas and mat his probing gaza, har haart joltad, faarful that ha would notica
somathing off.
An idaa urrad to har, upon which sha suggastad, “Lat''s tidy tha housa togathar, Oscar.”
Just whan thay wara about to gat to thair faat, tha sound of a kay turning in tha lock soundad from
outsida tha door. Thay both swung thair gazas ovar in concart, only to saa Molly opaning tha door and
antaring tha housa.
Molly carriad a bunch of grocarias. Puzmant swampad har tha instant sha spottad tha woman who
shouldn''t ba in tha housa. But still, shamantad politaly, “Whara''s Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Anthony, Mr.
Clinton? And why is Ms. Walkar hara? I ramambar you didn''t quita waa har hara in tha past.”
Isaba shot daggars at har. Argh! I considarad avarything, but I forgot that thara''s still Molly, who
comas ovar to halp with tha choras!
Frowning, Oscar rifiad, “Who''s Mrs. Clinton, Molly? And didn''t Isaba liva hara in tha past?”
As though having haard somathing uttarly incradulous, Molly askad worriadly, “Ara you okay, Mr.
Clinton? This is your housa with Mrs. Clinton, and tha ranovation was all hand by Mrs. Clinton alona.
What has it got to do with Ms. Walkar hara?”
“How could you twist tha truth in front of Oscar whan I''va baan so nica to you, Molly?” Isaba barkad.
Molly thraw a look at har as though sha was a lunatic. Than, sha shiftad har gaza to Oscar and
prassad, “Mr. Clinton, whara''s Mrs. Clinton? I only want homa to visit my grandchild for thraa days.
Why doas it saam as though tha mistrass hara has changad? It was your mothar who sant ma hara to
sarva you both, so I won''t do anything to batray Mrs. Clinton.”
Tha furrow of Oscar''s brows daapanad.
“Molly, Amalia is a schaming woman who''s crual bayond words. Convarsaly, Isaba traats you
incradibly wall. Shouldn''t you lika har mora?” ha musad in parxity.
Varily, ha couldn''t shaka off tha faaling that tha raality was too diffarant from his mamorias.
“What ara you saying, Mr. Clinton? Hava you baan bawitchad?” Molly frattad with har ayas trainad on
him.
Stapping in front of Oscar, Isaba urgad anxiously, “Kick har out, Oscar. Amalia sant har hara to driva
a wadga in our rtionship. Lat''s not hava har sarva us. It was bacausa of har that our rtionship
fracturad.”
In considaration of har agitatad axprassion, Oscar could only wava a hand and dismiss Molly.
Molly was wholly bawildarad, but at tha and of tha day, sha was just tha halp. Thus, shaft aftar
cing tha grocarias in tha rafrigarator.
Whan sha had gona downstairs, sha gava Amalia a call.
Amalia axinad tha situation to har bafora advising har to go back to tha Clinton rasidanca to halp out
first and avoid going to tha condominium for tha tima baing.
“Doas Mr. Clinton raally not ramambar anything at all, Mrs. Clinton? What ara you and Mr. Anthony
going to do, than?” Molly quariad urgantly.
With a bittar sm, Amalia rapliad, “Don''t worry, Molly. I''m nning to go abroad with Tony. Halp ma
taka cara of Oscar in tha futura.”
“Mrs. Clinton, it''s avidant that Mr. Clinton got dupad by that woman. Ara you not nning to bothar
about him anymora that you''ra going abroad at this tima?”
“As you saw, Molly, ha doasn''t ramambar ma anymora. Staying hara will only maka ma loathsoma.”
Sighing softly, Amalia antraatad, “asa taka good cara of Oscar wh I''m away, Molly. All right, I''ll ba
hanging up.”
Simrly, Molly sounssly haavad a sigh aftar hanging up tha phona.
I only want homa for a faw days, yat avarything has changad.
Sha shook har haad, but sha had no choica but to raturn to tha Clinton rasidanca.
“What''s wrong, Baba? Who cad?” Tiffany inquirad as sha cama ovar with a cup of milkshaka.
“It was Molly. Sha saw Oscar and Isaba in tha housa whan sha raturnad. That asida, sha was avan
kickad out by thattar. Sha was at a loss, so sha phonad ma. I axinad tha situation to har to sava
har from baing in tha dark,” Amalia answarad casually. Sha actad indiffarantly as though sha didn''t
cara, but a sh of sorrow shad across har ayas.
Tiffany gritted her teeth. “That woman is really shameless! It''s your house, but she''s openly iming it
for herself. Never had I seen such a brazen-faced woman!”
“Don''t seek justice for me anymore, Tiff. It''s all set in stone now, so no matter how much you kick up a
fuss, things can never go back to how it was in the past. Take it easy. Do you want to notify Derrick
since we''re going abroad in a few days?” Amelia cajoled.
Tiffany was downright baffled. “Not only does he have another woman in his arms now, but he''s also
going to be a father soon. Why should I tell him about me going abroad?”
“All right, never mind, then. Indeed, there''s nothing much to be said,” Amelia relented.
Masking the emotions in her eyes, Tiffany remarked, “I''ve already packed my luggage. I also stacked
the new clothes you and Tony bought into the luggage. Which date do you prefer? I want to buy the
flight tickets online.”
Amelia gave her a date.
Tiffany ran off to book the flight tickets. Then, she came back to inform her that she had settled
everything. It was a flight five dayster. In her words, it was best to leave as soon as possible to avoid
unnecessaryplications.
They initially wanted to leave without alerting anyone, but Derrick suddenly appeared at Tiffany''s house
two days before their departure and asked directly, “You''re going abroad, Tiff?”
Sticking her hands onto her hips, Tiffany reverted to her past bluntness and feistiness. “How did you
know that? I didn''t tell anyone about it.”
“Never mind that. Just tell me whether it''s true. Why are you going abroad out of the blue? Will you be
coming back in the future? And did you ever consider me before deciding to go abroad?” Derrick
demanded, panting heavily.
At that, Tiffany sneered. Jabbing at his chest with a finger, she swiftly fired back, “Don''t forget that we''re
already divorced, Derrick. I''ve got nothing to do with you. You''ve already got another woman and will
also be having a child soon. Why do you care about where I''m going? I''m nning to go abroad and
get myself a foreigner for a boyfriend. If he''s good enough, sufficiently thoughtful, and most importantly,
promises me fidelity, I''ll marry him immediately. Of course, it''s even better if he has a child who''s old
enough in his family. After all, it''ll still be great for me to be a stepmother when I can''t have kids.”
Her words had Derrick stumbling back time and again, pathetic beyond words.
When he was about to hit the wall, he shot his hand out and grabbed hers. cing her hand over his
heart, he pleaded, “I beg you, Tiff. Don''t go abroad. I''ve really missed you a lot. I don''t want a child or
another woman. I want you alone. As long as you return to my side, I can give up anything.”
Finally, Tiffany took a good look at the man. Her only feeling was that he had lost a lot of weight. His
cheeks were deeply sunken, and he was unshaven. His past handsome self was all but gone, and he
resembled a nobleman who was down on his luck.
Her heart clenched painfully. It would be a lie if she were to im that she was apathetic toward his
sorry state. Although she was still traumatized from her failed marriage, she could still lead a pretty
good life on the surface. Derrick, however, was torturing himself. If it were to persist, she really felt that
a stiff gust of wind would be able to knock him over.
In the end, her love for him still superseded her reason.
“Have a seat first. You look as though you haven''t eaten in days,” she huffed, withdrawing her hand.
At once, Derrick''s eyes lit up.
“You still care about me, don''t you, Tiff?” he queried urgently.
Tiffany shot him a look, upon which he immediately sat down on the couch obediently.
When Amelia came back with Tony, she was greeted by the sight of Derrick eating heartily on the
couch.
Seeing that they had returned, Tiffany picked her ear and exined awkwardly, “I saw that he was so
thin that he resembled the refugees from Alendor, so I kindly cooked him something. Don''t overthink.”
In response, Amelia threw her a look that seemingly said Tiffany was the one overthinking.
Pouting, Tiffany beckoned at Tony. The little boy trotted over to her docilely.
“You''re here, Amelia?” Derrick ate another bite of food before snagging a tissue and wiping his mouth,
reverting to his usual elegance in front of others. If one were to ignore the stubble on his face, he would
look like a refined nobleman.
Sitting on the couch on the other side, Amelia pointed at the remaining food and urged, “Go on and eat
first. We''ll talk after you''ve finished eating.”
Without standing on ceremony, Derrick picked up his fork and started stuffing his face again. Only
when he was full did he ce his fork down.
“You''re full?” Tiffany inquired disdainfully.
“Yes.”
Following that, Tiffany got up to put the dishes away, saying, “You guys talk first.” Then, she went into
the kitchen.
Sitting there ramrod straight, Derrick pinned his eyes on Amelia. After a moment''s silence, he asked,
“You''re divorced from Mr. Clinton?”
Amelia arched a brow andmented with a chuckle, “You''re quite well-informed.”
“What to do? Tiff is the woman I love, so I pay more attention to things rted to her and her friends.
Please don''t take offense at me. I''m just afraid that she''ll get hurt,” Derrick admitted.
“Don''t forget that you and Tiff are already divorced. There''s nothing more between the two of you. Even
if she gets hurt, I don''t think you''ve got the right tofort her.” A smile remained on Amelia''s face, but
the words out of her mouth cut deep.
Derrick''s expression darkened a shade.
“Don''t me me for being harsh with my words, Derrick. You''re going to be a father soon, so a
rtionship is no longer possible between you two. I hope you won''t appear before her anymore.
That''s best for both of you. I don''t want her to get hurt for the second time. I trust that you understand
that better than anyone else.” Amelia leaned forward a fraction, assuming the stance of a negotiation.
A frown marred Derrick''s countenance, and a sh of pain flittered across his eyes.
“I love her,” he murmured softly. Because he loved her too deeply, he acted like a madman and sent
someone to stalk Tiffany in addition to investigating her and her friends. He himself felt that he had
already gotten so obsessed that he couldn''t extricate himself anymore.
At the sight of his emaciated self, pity welled within Amelia. But at the thought that he already had a
child, she had no choice but to harden her heart when continued interaction between him and Tiffany
would only end up hurting thetter.
“Derrick, you were the one who cheated on her and got the other woman pregnant. I hope you can take
the responsibility a man ought to bear. Love isn''t the only thing in a person''s life. I don''t care whether
there are any feelings between you and Ms. Halliwell. Ultimately, the child is innocent. Tiff will never
insert herself in that rtionship and be a stepmother to the child. When she has really put her feelings
for you down, I''ll encourage her to date again, then get married. As for you, you''re already in the past,”
she stated bluntly.
Clenching his hands emotionally, Derrick stared at her sharply and snarled through gritted teeth, “She''s
mine. I''ll never allow her to be with another man. Amelia, I admire you greatly but don''t me me for
not showing you any mercy if you insist on destroying her rtionship with me.”
Amelia was taken aback at his terrifying gaze. Nheless, her expression turned even more calm and
unruffled.
As Tiffany came out with some fruits, she perceptively sensed that the atmosphere between them was
off.
Frowning, she ced the fruits on the coffee table and queried, “What''s wrong? Both of you are looking
grim.”
To that, Amelia chortled. “I just advised Derrick not toe here so often and told him about how you
are going abroad, and he got mad.”
ring at Derrick, Tiffany snapped, “What''s there for you to be mad about? The two of us divorced
ages ago, and you''re even going to be a father soon. Why, do you want others to say that I''m a
homewrecker whoes in between your rtionship with Ms. Halliwell?”
Derrick''s expression stretched tautly, and he replied solemnly, “That''s not what I meant, Tiff.”
Tiffany waved a dismissive hand. “All right, I don''t care whatever it is you meant. You''ve already eaten,
so you should leave now.”
However, Derrick continued staring at her intently. In the next second, he backed down and begged,
“Don''t go abroad, Tiff. Please?”
“I''ve bought the flight ticket and even contacted the school where I''m going to study. What do you
think?”
Derrick''s face paled a shade. His hands balled into fists, the veins on his arms popping.
In a hoarse voice, he questioned, “Tiff, can you really give up on our rtionship when we''ve loved
each other for so many years?”
Tiffany snorted a bark ofughter.
“Derrick, you were the one who first betrayed me. Oh well, forget it. It''s meaningless to pursue the past
now.” She waved a hand, a trace of weariness showing on her face. “I''m tired, and I no longer don''t
want to think about whoever was right or wrong back then. Anyway, it''s no longer possible between us.
You can now be a good father while I go abroad and continue to learn how to be a good screenwriter,
both going our separate ways. As for whomever you love and marry, that has nothing to do with me.”
Derrick chuckled bitterly several times, finding his throat horribly dry.
“It looks like I''m the only one struggling to restore our rtionship, Tiff. I thought you loved me as
deeply as I love you, but it turned out that I got ahead of myself. Never mind, I''ll only make you hate me
if I were to continue pestering you. I''ll be leaving.” He stood up and left, his back appearing awfully
deste.
Unbidden, Tiffany''s heart clenched at the sight of his bleak back. Her eyes grew red-rimmed with tears
swimming in them.
She couldn''t help wondering whether she had acted too heartless earlier.
“I seem to have been too callous, Babe,” she muttered, looking at Amelia.
Getting to her feet, Amelia patted Tiffany on the shoulder. “You did great, Tiff. A rtionship is no
longer possible between the two of you, so being cruel might be helpful for you both to extricate
yourselves from this failed marriage. Give each other some time, and the excruciating pain of the past
will fade.”
Tiffany tugged at her hair, her emotions a jumbled mess. Ugh! I''m going abroad, but there just had to
be such a fuss to get me all worked up!
Amelia was aware that matters of the heart wereplicated, so she didn''t bother talking reason to her
but urged her to think about it herself.
When they had eaten dinner at night, Amelia started, “Tiff, I''ve got an appointment with my mother-in-
law tomorrow. I''m counting on yourpany.”
By then, Tiffany had already shaken off the effect Derrick had on her. “Sure. I''m going to type the script
for the ending tonight and send it to the director, then apany you tomorrow. This is probably my
last script in the country. I don''t even know whether I''ll have the chance to coborate with domestic
directors anymore in the future.”
Amelia eyed her curiously. “Are you not nning to continue being a screenwriter in the future?”
Stretching, Tiffany answered, “I don''t know. All of a sudden, I don''t have the enthusiasm to write scripts
anymore. Maybe I''ll write novels full-time. I''ve already entrusted the copyrights of my novels to a
publishingpany in Beshya. If they''re adapted into movies in the future, I''ll have someone else
rewrite the script. I don''t n on writing anymore.”
“Why the sudden decision when everything had been perfectly fine?”
“I''m not sure either. I just suddenly lost my passion for it. Perhaps it''s because I''ve gotten up in years.”
Amelia went silent. In truth, she felt that it was probably rted to Tiffany''s failed marriage. At the end
of the day, she still can''t forget Derrick. While she ims not to care anymore, she actually cares more
than anyone else.
“Babe, regarding our trip abroad this time, I''m thinking of migrating over if possible. I''ll only be facing a
mess if I return to the country, so it''s better for me to settle down abroad. There''ll be far fewer
problems.”
“You''re sure?”
“That''s my n, but when you return to the country, I might go back with you if I find it boring abroad.
After all, I''m not familiar with the things and people there.”
“Whatever you like. No matter your decision, I''ll support you,” Amelia promised.
“Do you think I''m too willful, Babe?”
“Not at all. Anything goes as long as you''re happy.”
Tiffanyughed exaggeratedly, but still, she couldn''t mask the loneliness in her eyes.
Clockiour manuscriptter. Just continue tomorrow if you can''t finish today.”