Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 156 Like A Fool

On one side, there was Gary mourning for his doomed affections. On the other side, Tiffany was driving

her car, watching the road through the windscreen. “Babe, where are we going?” she asked Amelia.

Amelia was resting on the passenger seat with her eyes closed. “Let’s go to the hospital,” she replied

softly.

“To see Carter?”

Amelia nodded.

Tiffany glanced at her and said, “Babe, don’t you think you’ve been waiting on him hand and foot?”

Amelia sighed. “Tiff, no matter what, we are still friends. How can I heartlessly cut off all contact with him

now?”

“You shouldn’t have had any contact with him from the start,” Tiffany answered solemnly. “Five years

ago, ever since he vanished and abandoned you, I’d already said the two of you weren’t compatible.

How could a responsible man leave the woman he loves dearly alone when she needs him the most?”

Amelia fluttered her eyes open and glanced at Tiffany from the side. “Tiff, that matter’s history. Moreover,

we were merely friends at that time. Although we had feelings for each other, we were too cowardly to

strive for what we wanted. Carter was the right person at the wrong time. I married someone else

because we weren’t meant to be together. Back then, there was simply no chance he could go against

his family. He left due to his own family issues. So, you have to stop excoriating him for the past. Indeed,

once upon a time, I’d blamed him. But I’ve completely moved on from it. I understand you’re trying to

stand up for me, but we can’t push all the blame onto him. It’s not fair for Carter, for we had only been

friends from the beginning.”

Tiffany curled her lips. “Babe, you have a big heart. Sure, I can forget about Carter Scott being a coward

in the past, but don’t expect me to be nice to him. It was never a good idea for you to reconnect with him,

to begin with. Some people are meant to be left in the past where they belong.”

Amelia could only smile wryly.

Tapping a rhythm on the steering wheel, Tiffany continued, “Be honest with me. Do you still have feelings

for Carter or not?”

Amelia was nonplussed. “What are you talking about? We’re just friends.”

“You keep saying that, but you obviously know how he feels for you. If you don’t feel the same, then stop

leading him on. You’re only giving him false hopes this way. Do you want to ruin your marriage with

Oscar over him?”

Amelia chuckled humorlessly. “Tiff, you know better than anyone that the marriage between Oscar and I

is merely a puppet show. My feelings for Carter mean nothing to Oscar. As soon as he says ‘cut,’ then

that’s the end of it. He’s the puppet master, while I’m the puppet who’s being pulled by the strings.”

Tiffany slapped the steering wheel in agitation. “You shouldn’t have been born with this beauty. It’s a

curse. Maybe if you looked a little more mediocre, your love life wouldn’t have been such a tragedy.”

Amelia laughed, patting her own face with her hand. “I’ve never thought of myself as pretty, yet women

always call me a vixen, as if I seduce men for a living.”

“Babe, vixen is a compliment,” Tiffany said, nodding her head passionately. “Don’t mind it. Do you have

any idea how difficult it is to be a vixen?”

Amelia shot her a look that seemed to say, are you for real?

Tiffany shrugged. “I’m serious. Your looks are a fatal temptation to men. There are Carter Scott, Oscar

Clinton, and now, even Gary Laird, who had only seen you twice and already sucked in by you. Even I

can’t stand to watch this impending chaos.”

“You’re full of shit.” Amelia shook her head.

“Oh, please. You are a woman. Don’t tell me you didn’t sense that Gary was treating you differently?”

“Isn’t it because you are hitting on him? Otherwise, it wouldn’t have happened.”

“Excuse me, who do you suppose I’m doing it for? How could I have possibly known you would be such

a men-magnet? I’ve only ever read something like that in a fantasy . The female lead has built-in

attributes that could make the male lead and supporting characters crazy for her.”

Amelia shut her eyes, rendered speechless.

Tiffany took a glimpse of her and said, “You’re tired?”

Amelia nodded in response.

“All right. Take a nap then.” A few seconds of silence later, Tiffany added, “Babe, I was only joking. Don’t

take it to heart. I know you don’t feel good about it either. I was merely teasing.”

Amelia shook her head. She pondered for a while before saying, “I may sound like a thankless wretch for

saying this, but sometimes, it is such a burden for me when men are nice to me. If I could, all I wish is for

my marriage with Oscar to be stable. I love him. I don’t wish for my child to be born without a father

because of me. It’ll make me feel really guilty.”

Tiffany’s heart ached for the woman who bottled her feelings and shouldered her burdens all on her own.

“Silly woman. Don’t think too much about it. You ought to learn from me. If you’re free, watch some TV. If

you’re tired, sleep. Thirsty, drink. Don’t bother about anything else. Even if the skies were to fall, we’re

not the tallest anyway. It wouldn’t be crashing on us,” Tiffany said in a deliberately lightened tone.

Hearing that, a faint smile appeared on Amelia’s face. Tiffany let out a breath, smiling as well.

When they reached the hospital, Tiffany rested her hand on the steering wheel and said, “Babe, wake

up. We’re here.”

It took several seconds for Amelia to sober up. “All right. Let’s go.”

Tiffany undid her seatbelt. She suggested hesitantly, “Why don’t I go see him on your behalf? I’m his

friend too. I don’t think he’ll throw me out.”

Amelia raised a brow. “Do you take the Scotts as mobsters, or do you simply think Carter is a bad

person?”

Tiffany shrugged. “I don’t have a good impression of the Scott family.”

Amelia shook her head and smiled. “Come on. We won’t have many interactions with the Scotts. There’s

no need to stay long. A cursory visit will do.”

Unable to refute, Tiffany could only follow behind her as they entered the hospital.

When they entered the ward, Jennifer Larson was the only one in there with Carter.

Jennifer shot a complicated glance at Amelia, her fists clenched. She put on a haughty attitude and said,

“You’re here.”

Amelia glanced at Carter, whose eyes were closed. She nodded and whispered, “Is he asleep?”

“Yes. He was making a fuss about wanting to see you earlier. When he heard you weren’t free to come,

he got moody. Who knew you’d come at this hour.”