Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 348


    Chapter 348 He Flees


    Oscar had a hard timeing to terms with what happened to Amelia. On one hand, he felt guilty for


    agreeing to divorce her that easily. On the other, he hated himself for letting her face her blindness all


    by herself. He knew Amelia would lose her sight one day, but still, he was so careless as to let her


    leave.


    He could not believe that he let the woman he loved leave when she was feeling all hopeless and


    helpless. Worse still, she was moving around trying to hide because his family was hunting her


    down. What have I done? All this happened because of me.


    He started doubting everything he had been doing so far. His search for her made her move again and


    again. Yes, his intention was so that she would return to him, but instead, she was going through so


    much because of him.


    Hence, he started having second thoughts.


    This was the first time he reflected on his actions. In the past, he would do whatever his heart wanted,


    but now, he was not sure anymore.


    Now that he started having second guesses, his doubt festered.


    “Mr. Clinton, I’ve already seen the nurse out,” Hugo reported back ordingly.


    ncing at him, Oscar asked hesitantly, “Hugo, what do you think about the way I treat Amelia?”


    Hearing his question, Hugo was surprised.


    “Tell me the truth.”


    Hugo thought for a bit before answering, “I was not sure myself at the beginning, but over the past few


    months, I’ve seen you changed so much because of her. I think you’re really in love with her, else you


    won’t even do so much just to find her.”


    Oscarughed deridingly. “But do you think this is what she wants? Didn’t she leave just so I won’t ever


    find her again? Do you think she even wants to see me?”


    Hugo was lost. This was not the Oscar he knew. His boss was always confident and daring.


    “I don’t know why Mrs. Clinton chose to leave, boss, but I’m certain of one thing—she still loves you.”


    “Are you sure?” Oscar did not dare to feed on such hopes.


    “Yes, I’m sure,” Hugo reiterated. “Are you okay, Boss?”


    sping his hands together, Oscar stared outside of the window.


    “Should we arrange for a meeting with the director of Principal General Hospital?” Hugo changed the


    topic.


    “Proceed.” Oscar pushed his feelings aside and resumed his usual self again. He was determined on


    meeting this man to know more about Amelia’s condition.


    “I want you to extend an invitation to him in person. Do everything you can to get him here,” Oscar


    added.


    “Yes, Boss,” Hugo replied. “Have some rest first. You need to be recharged and fully rested for the next


    engagement.”


    “I will. You get going. Let me know when he agrees to meet me.”


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    “Good. I’ll rest now. You may leave.”


    Hugo nodded and left.


    When he was gone, Oscary in his bed, waiting for sleep to beckon him. He thought he could not


    sleep, but he did. He dreamed of Amelia. The sight of two dark holes in her eye sockets was ghastly,


    but he was not afraid. Instead, he felt sorry for her.


    In his dream, Amelia reached out to him. “Oscar, I don’t want you to see me in this state. Please stop


    looking for me. You’re too perfect for me. I’m not good enough for you anymore. I beg of you, just let


    me go.”


    After that, Amelia disappeared from his dream.


    “Amelia!” Oscar shook himself awake. He was soaked in sweat from the dream.


    Wiping his forehead dry, he gasped for air.


    When he checked his phone again, it was already ten in the morning. He had slept for three hours, but


    it felt like he had only napped for half an hour.


    He tried pacing his breath as he massaged his forehead.


    “Are you up, Boss?” Hugo’s voice suddenly came from the outside.


    “Come in,” Oscar stated, rubbing his temples.


    Hugo pushed the door opened and came all the way to the bed. “I’ve already contacted the hospital


    director. He said he could meet you for two hours tonight,” Hugo reported.


    Hearing that, Oscar smirked. “Is he that busy?”


    “Should I get someone to get him here?” Hugo asked for permission.


    “It’s fine. I’ll just see him tonight then. Ask him when is a good time for us to meet up. I have time


    anyway, so I don’t mind waiting. Also, send someone to keep an eye on him. I want to know who he


    meets today.”


    “I’ll see to it, Boss.”


    “Did you tell him who I am?” Oscar questioned yet again,


    “No. I just said we’re a pharmaceutical supplier, and that we’re interested in working with his hospital,


    so he agreed to meet. I will get back to you on a time.”


    Oscar just nodded.


    “Are you sure you’re okay, Boss? You don’t look too well. Should I get a doctor?” Seeing how Oscar


    was, Hugo was worried.


    Getting off the bed, Oscar went right into the bathroom. It was not until he came back out again that he


    answered, “I’m fine. Did the others manage to get some sleep?”


    “Yeah, they did.”


    “Simon knows a lot of people in Beshya. Have him ask around in different hospitals, including the


    private ones. Amelia just had surgery, so she must need a lot of care from doctors and nurses. I’m sure


    they’ll transfer her from Principal General Hospital to a private hospital, so ask Simon to keep an eye


    out. Report back to me once anyone finds out anything.”


    “All right, Boss,” Hugo responded.


    He took another look at Oscar, still feeling concerned. “Boss, I really think you should see a doctor. You


    need to be healthy to find Mrs. Clinton. There’s no chance of you finding her if you fall sick.”


    Rubbing his temples, Oscar instructed, “Get me some flu medication from the drugstore.”


    Hugo heaved a sigh of relief. He was deeply concerned about Oscar. Ever since Oscar started looking


    for Amelia, his health had been deteriorating. He kept pushing himself to the limit. If he kept this up,


    there would be a high chance of him copsing.


    Hugo knew that although Oscar might seem detached and cold, he was actually very invested in this


    rtionship.


    After Hugo left, he went to get the medication Oscar needed. Just as he was going out of the store, he


    heard an extremely familiar voice nearby. Turning around, he met the man’s eyes. The two were


    stunned, but before the man could do anything, Hugo leaped forward to catch him. The other man was


    equally quick. He turned and sprinted off with all his might.


    Behind him, Hugo shouted, “Kurt! Stop right there! Boss is in Beshya now! You have to go back and


    see him. How could you do this to him? He’s the one who trained you. Is this how you repay him? How


    dare you bring Mrs. Clinton away? Stop!”


    Kurt stopped after running for some time.


    When Hugo caught up, he red at Kurt intently, his gazeplex. “Why are you doing this, Kurt? Do


    you know how worried Boss was? He went all around the ces looking for her. He buried himself in


    work just so he could take his mind off her. At this rate, he’ll die of overexertion. How could you do this


    to him?”


    “Hugo, Mr. Clintonmissioned me to protect her,” Kurt stated. “She’s my boss now, and I only listen


    to her. He’s the one who said that we should be loyal to our master unless both parties agree to


    terminate the contract. Amelia is fixated on keeping her whereabouts hidden from Mr. Clinton, so I will


    do as she said. Did I do anything wrong?”


    Hugo was at a loss for words. He did not know how to retaliate, so he just hurled a punch at Kurt, which


    ignited a fight between the two.


    Passers-by started flocking around the two fighting men. Kurt locked Hugo’s hands together before


    bellowing in his face, “Hugo, you know you can’t beat me. I don’t want to hurt you either. Go back and


    tell Mr. Clinton to just let Amelia go. She left because she didn’t want him to find her. I bet Mr. Clinton


    doesn’t want her to keep running from ce to ce either.”


    Hugo red at Kurt. It had only been months since theyst saw each other. From his recollection, Kurt


    was a reticent man. Since when is he so articte?


    “Kurt, follow me to meet Mr. Clinton,” Hugo seethed.


    Kurt shook his head decisively, pushing away the man under him before running away.


    Getting up, Hugo darted off, but while he was pursuing Kurt, his phone rang.


    In a hurry, he epted the call. “Boss, I saw Kurt! I’m chasing him right now!” he cried out before


    quickly mentioning the address as he continued running.


    “Don’t lose him. I’lling over now!” Oscar hung up right after.


    “Kurt! Mr. Clinton ising himself! You know what he’s like! You’d better be honest with him, and he’ll


    let you go! Imagine what he’ll do if he catches you himself! Kurt!”


    Kurtpletely disregarded his empty threats.


    He knew he could get away if he wanted to. After all, he was a better fighter and a faster runner than


    Hugo. He ran faster, keeping the distance between them. Initially, Hugo wanted to pull out his gun, but


    this was Beshya. He could not risk inciting fear or even hurting people in the public. Besides, he had


    known Kurt for years, and he did not want to hurt thetter. Just as Hugo hesitated, Kurt took a sharp


    turn around the corner into an alley. By the time Hugo caught up, Kurt was already nowhere to be seen.


    Hugo looked around in desperation, but he could not see the man. Resting his palm on his knees, he


    panted for air. “Sh*t!”


    Now that he lost Kurt, it would be difficult for Hugo to find him again. They came so close to knowing


    where Amelia was.


    This traitor! Boss put so much effort into training him, and now he turned his back on him.