Too Much To Bear, My Love Chapter 849
Chapter 849 Getting Caught
Isabe’s eyes were filled with despair as she watched the trickle of her blood turn into a stream. Her
face became paler, and a burning desire within her made her twitch involuntarily.
She wriggled over to grab Kurt with her other hand. “I’m begging you, Kurt. Take me to the
hospital.” Seeing that it was almost time, Kurt started the car and quickly drove to the hospital.
He stopped the car at the hospital entrance, then produced a camera and started recording. As he
undid her top, Isabe grabbed his hands reflexively. “Kurt, what are you doing?” she murmured in a
daze.
Kurt continued to unbutton her blouse with a nk expression. Isabe’s eyes turned misty as his bare
skin brushed against hers.
A trace of disgust shed in Kurt’s eyes as he watched her writhe, but his hands did not stop moving as
he ended up with plenty of footage by the time he was done.
After that, he called the hospital, informed them of her location, and swiftly alighted from the car. He
then stood in the shadows and watched as the medical staff ran out to carry the disheveled Isabe
into the hospital.
“What did you say? Isabe is in the hospital and was… What’s going on? You’d better exin
yourself.” Olivia nced at Amelia, who had brought Tony over, and swallowed the word “drugged” in
her interrogation of the person on the other end of the line.
The person on the other end said something, to which Olivia replied calmly, “Don’t worry. The Walkers
will be there soon. I have to care for my grandson and I don’t have the time to go over.”
With that, she hung up without another word.
Taking in the older woman’s unpleasant expression, Amelia asked, “What’s the matter, Mom? I heard
you mentioning Ms. Walker’s name. Is she all right?”
Olivia sighed. “She was drugged and is currently making a scene in the hospital. The doctor wanted to
pump her stomach, but she grabbed his hand and forced herself onto him, thoroughly embarrassing
herself. I wonder who did such a wicked thing.”
Amelia’s eyes shed. Although she felt her heart leap with satisfaction, she said, “I think you should
go and see her, Mom. You did acknowledge her as your goddaughter, and she is also the eldest
daughter of your inws. We can’t justify not paying her a visit.”
Olivia gazed at Amelia, puzzled.
“I won’te along if you think my intentions aren’t sincere, Mom,” Amelia said with a smile. “I’ll take
Tony home instead.”
Olivia beckoned Tony to go over. “I don’t doubt you. You are my daughter-inw and Tony’s mother.
Compared to you, Isabe is just an outsider.”
Tony ran to Olivia’s arms and reached out to smooth the wrinkles between her brows. “Don’t frown,
Grandma,” he chirruped, “or you won’t look pretty.”
Oliviaughed heartily and picked him up. “Come. I’ll take you to the hospital.”
Tony frowned, and Olivia stroked his little nose. “What’s the matter? You don’t like hospitals?”
Tony nodded honestly. “I don’t like them. They smell awful. Can we not go to the hospital, Grandma?”
“All right, we won’t go.” Olivia took out her phone and called Carol to ask about Isabe.
“Isabe is fine, Mrs. Clinton,” came Carol’s anxious voice from the other end. “We are taking her home
now. She just hurt her arm, that’s all.”
“Really? The hospital called me to say that she was—”
“It’s really nothing. Isabe wasn’t drugged. The people in the hospital were talking nonsense,” Carol
interrupted, flustered. It was only after the words left her lips that she realized she had said too much.
After a pause, Carol continued awkwardly, “Matthew and I will take Isabe home now, Mrs. Clinton.
We can talk about it another day if there’s anything else to discuss. Goodbye.”
Olivia, being experienced in the ways of the world, had somewhat guessed from Carol’s demeanor that
thetter was hiding something. She inferred privately that Isabe’s situation might be worse than she
imagined.
“What’s the matter, Mom?” Amelia asked. “Is Ms. Walker not in the hospital?”
Olivia shook her head. “I’m unsure too. We’ll ask Stephanieter, but this is somebody else’s business.
The Walkers may think that we Clintons are meddling because of our family’s fortune if we ask too
many questions. There is no need to disrupt the harmony between our families for something so trivial.”
Amelia nodded. “As you say, Mom.”
Olivia was ying with Tony when her phone vibrated. She picked it up and, upon seeing that it was a
video sent to her by an unknown number, clicked on it. Her expression soured dramatically when she
saw the content within.
Disgusted, she threw the phone aside. Upon noticing Olivia’s expression, Amelia reached for the phone
and took a look. Her face contorted as well after she had taken a good look at the contents.
“M-Mom, why would someone send you such a video?” Amelia asked in confusion.
Olivia took a deep breath to calm herself down before letting out a long sigh. “I thought Isabe was a
decent girl. I can’t believe she’s shameless enough to allow herself to be filmed in such a manner.
Fortunately, it was only sent to me. Her reputation would be ruined if it was posted on the inte.”
Amelia frowned as she considered the purpose of the mysterious person sending this video to Olivia.
It’s obviously not to threaten her for money, as it would be more effective to ckmail the Walker family
directly. They recorded the video with great effort, yet they did not ask for money. Why would they send
it to Mom, then? Although Isabe is Mom’s goddaughter, she is still considered an outsider. So why
else would they record this video if not for money or power?
Amelia’s confusion must have shown on her face as Olivia shot her a nce. “What are you thinking,
Amelia?”
Amelia pondered in silence for several moments before speaking. “I’m not trying to be paranoid, Mom,
but I can’t figure out why the mastermind would send you such a video. You are Ms. Walker’s
godmother, and besides, the Walker family is powerful. It should have been sent to the Walker family if
what they wanted was money, yet it was sent to you. Could there be some kind of conspiracy?”
The new worrisome thought nagged at Olivia after Amelia mentioned it. She could not help but wonder
if it was something Isabe had set up with outsiders. But upon further reflection, she thought Isabe
had no need to gamble with her reputation. The girl would not be that stupid to risk my impression of
her for something she desired.
“Since you mentioned it, Amelia, do you think there’s some kind of conspiracy going here?” Olivia
asked in return.
Amelia ced the phone down. “I was just saying, Mom. How would I know what the person who sent
you the video was thinking?”
Olivia held Tony on herp and sat him down. She changed the topic by saying, “I’ve asked the cook to
prepare a feast for you and Tony. The housekeeper brought a dozen pounds of blue crabs the size of
your fist from his hometown. They are delicious and tender. Take some home to cook for Tony.”
“All right,” Amelia said.
“You haven’t gone to work for quite some time because of the incident with Tony. There hasn’t been a
problem, I hope? Yourpany isn’t particrly big, and Tony needs your care. Just quit if you can’t
handle it to avoid burning out over work and home. The family doesn’t need the contribution of your
sry.”
Amelia smiled. “I’m not tired, Mom. Tony is a good boy. In fact, he told me yesterday that he wanted to
attend grade school. I thought about his precociousness and considered how unhappy he would be in
kindergarten, so I thought I would have him start first grade instead. What do you think, Mom?”
Olivia turned to Tony and asked in surprise, “Are you really going to grade school, Tony?”
Tony nodded and said with a serious look on his face, “Not only am I going to school, but I’m learning to
fight from Daddy. I’ll soon be able to protect you and Mommy.”
Olivia was overwhelmed with delight. She hugged Tony and kissed him fiercely several times. “My
grandson is amazing. He is not only clever but also good at fighting. I’m so proud of you. Here’s a
reward. Have your mother buy you whatever you want.”
Olivia stuffed a gold card into Tony’s hand.
“Thank you, Grandma,” Tony said sweetly as he pocketed it.
They continued to chat and then sat down to dine together. Olivia announced her intention to visit
Stephanie at the Walker residence and, at the same time, see how Isabe was doing.
For some reason known only to herself, Amelia wanted to bring Tony along.
“Do you really want toe, Amelia?” Olivia asked, nonplussed.
“Stephanie is my sister-inw, Mom,” Amelia insisted. “She gave birth to a son whom I, as her sister-in-
law, have never met. It’s not right.”
Olivia nodded. “Let’s go, then.”
With Tony in her arms, Amelia followed Olivia to the Walker residence.
Amelia called Oscar along the way to inform him that she was going to the Walker residence. Despite
his bafflement, Oscar merely said, “I’ll pick you up from the Walker residence after my meeting.”
“I heard Oscar mention that you want to bring Stephanie back to the Clinton residence for confinement,
Mom,” Amelia remarked casually after hanging up.
“I did want to,” Olivia said, “but Stephanie doesn’t. She thought she should be confined at the Walker
residence since she was already married. I thought she had a point, so I left it up to her.”
Amelia’s eyes glittered strangely before she disguised it with a smile. “It appears that Stephanie is a lot
more understanding.” I don’t believe that for a second. I’m guessing that the Walkers made that
decision.
Olivia smiled in relief. I’ve been worried about this daughter of mine, and now I finally hear something
reassuring.
After parking the car at the Walker residence, the driver unfastened his seat belt and got out to open
the door for Olivia and Amelia.
He even ced his hand on the roof of the car to prevent Olivia and Amelia from hitting it when they
alighted from the vehicle.
Carol hurried down the stairs when Olivia and Amelia entered the living room. “What are you doing
here, Mrs. Clinton?”
“Amelia and I came to see Stephanie,” Olivia announced. “Besides, you were a little unclear over the
phone earlier. How is Isabe? Is it serious?”
A trace of panic shed across Carol’s eyes. “She’s fine,” she replied shiftily, “but her arm was
identally scratched by a knife. Didn’t you say you were here to see Stephanie? I’ll walk you up.”
Olivia studied Carol suspiciously but did not press on about Isabe.
The three of them went upstairs and were about to head toward Stephanie’s bedroom when a scream
of fury erupted from the third floor. “Who are you? Why are you in my bedroom? Ah! How dare you
touch me! I’m going to kill you!”
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Soon after, a man d only in a pair of underpants stumbled out in a state of embarrassment. Carol’s
features contorted at the sight, then she subconsciously nced at Olivia.
Olivia was looking at Isabe, wrapped in a sheet and hade running out in pursuit from within, with
a trace of disappointment in her eyes. She could not believe Isabe would be that daring in her own
home. I thought she was a pure girl. I can’t believe how cavalier she would be with her chastity, given
how decently she has portrayed herself to be before me.
Amelia covered Tony’s eyes, the corners of her lips quirking up. The satisfaction of vengeance made
her heart leap.
This woman has been taking advantage of Mom’s love for her by clinging to Oscar. Look where we are
now! Without Mom’s support, I’d like to see how she’ll continue to get involved with him.
Olivia took a deep breath. “Amelia and I are going to see Stephanie, Mrs. Walker,” she said cidly.
“My grandson is also present. It wouldn’t do to expose him to such a sight.”
Carol’s face turned deathly pale. She clenched her fists. “Go on ahead with Amelia, Mrs. Clinton,” she
said, restraining herself with tremendous effort.
Olivia and Amelia were about to leave when the man unexpectedly ran down the stairs. Isabe gave
chase and ran into Olivia and Amelia.
Her face was white as a sheet of paper when she recognized Olivia.
“W-What are you doing here, Aunt Olivia?” she asked in a trembling voice.
Isabe had gotten to where she was through drastic means, but for all her nning, she still failed to
ount for every single possibility. Her mind went nk with shock while her knees buckled.
Olivia’s expression grew cold. “You should get dressed, Isabe,” she said in disappointment. “You
shouldn’t mess around like this at home even if you have a boyfriend.”
“No, Aunt Olivia. He’s not. I…” Isabe panicked.
If I fail to obtain Aunt Olivia’s support, marrying into the Clinton family may not be easy even if I
manage to trick Oscar.
“Go get dressed, Isabe,” Olivia repeated. “As for your boyfriend”—she turned to look at the wretched
man without concealing her disdain—“I’m happy for you if you like him, but it’s better to find somebody
more presentable. Amelia and I are going to Stephanie’s room. If you have anything to say, you can get
dressed and meet us there.”