You More than Anything in the World (Arissa)

Amelia merely looked at him blankly.

Oscar lowered his head and bit her lips to the point it bled. “Or do you prefer this?”

Despair replaced the blankness in her gaze. Her lips moved, yet nothing came out of it in the end.

From Carter Scott to Oscar Clinton, she’d only ever been in love with those two men. Carter had

appeared during her innocent years. Back then, he fulfilled her fantasy of a prince charming. At that

tender age, which girl wouldn’t wish for a prince to rescue her from the abyss of suffering? It was then

that Carter Scott appeared.

At that time, she only dared to have a crush on him. Even though Carter had hinted at her several times,

she never had the courage to make the first move. The difference between them hadn’t been

insignificant. Although everyone said they looked compatible with their appearance, the contrast between

their family background discouraged her. They hovered around each other for years until her graduation,

and she entered the Scott Group with his help. Perhaps without his family’s interference, she could’ve

gotten together with him. But what’s happened had happened. Many years passed. She and Carter

could no longer return to how they were before.

Even if she were to divorce Oscar, it was impossible between Carter and her. She couldn’t get out of that

hurdle as too many things had happened. The damage between them was irreparable.

Amelia was feeling complicated inside. To say she wasn’t feeling bitter would be lying. She hadn’t even

reached thirty years old, yet had experienced so many things that people her age hadn’t.

If it wasn’t for the little one in her belly, she probably would have collapsed. She might also move to an

isolated small town and end her life after divorcing Oscar.

In a trance, Amelia’s eyes reddened and tears flowed down her cheeks.

Looking at her tears, Oscar’s heart ached. But at the thought that she could be crying for the man in the

photograph, his heartache turned into irritability and anger.

He wiped the tears with his thumb and said, “Why are you crying?”

Amelia looked at him through her tear-filled eyes, her voice croaking. “Would you feel sorry for me when I

cry?”

“No.” At least not now.

His words made her feel slightly hopeless. She smiled bitterly. “You’re straightforward as always, Mr.

Clinton.”

Pinching her chin, he said, “Don’t change the subject. Be honest. When did you hook up with Carter

Scott?”

She glanced at him briefly and decided to go all out. “Mr. Clinton is aware of that fact that I love money,

right? Whoever gives me money, I’ll give them my body. It just so happens Carter Scott has money. How

could I let such a good opportunity slip away?”

Oscar’s eyes were burning in rage, his grip on her chin tightening. “Amelia Winters, you’re the most

repulsive woman I’ve ever met,” he spat out coldly.

“Thank you for your praise.”

“If the photos had been sent to my parents, remember to explain to my mom clearly. I don’t want you to

pollute her ears on top of dirtying her eyes,” Oscar ordered, moving away from her body.

Amelia asked in distress, “You sent the photos to them?”

“They’re my parents, for God’s sake. I’m not that vile. I wouldn’t want the whole world to know I’ve been

made a cuckold either.”

Amelia knew, if Olivia and Owen were to receive the photographs, it could only be the work of Jennifer

Larson.

She dropped her head and concealed the emotions in her eyes. “I’ll explain the photographs to your

mom.”

“In this family, mom is the one who truly dotes on you. Don’t upset her.”

A trace of guilt flashed in Amelia’s eyes. She had the urge to explain herself. She had been

misunderstood too many times. She didn’t want Oscar to continue misunderstanding her nor Olivia to

view her as an unrestrained woman.

If the photographs were sent to the Clintons, she feared it would cause a huge wave.

One wrong step, and she could really be thrown out of the Clintons. It wasn’t as if she wanted to cling

onto them. She merely didn’t want to be kicked out in such a pathetic way.

Having mixed feelings, Amelia stood from up the couch and walked toward Oscar. She wrapped her

arms around him from behind and said, “Mr. Clinton, listen to me. It really isn’t what you think. Please

believe me.”

Oscar shook off her hands and pushed her away. He turned around and regarded her coldly. “Amelia

Winters, how shameless can you be?”

She froze, her heart bleeding once again. “Do you still refuse to believe me?”

“You could sell yourself for money, how do you expect me to believe you? Amelia Winters, I don’t wish to

touch you right now because I find you filthy. Heck, I don’t even want to be in the same space as you.

Tomorrow, if you wish to explain it to my parents, don’t expect me to speak up for you.” Having said his

piece, Oscar turned to go upstairs.

Amelia flopped down on the couch in a dazed manner. An unknown amount of time passed before she

reached for her bag shakily, taking a long time to find her phone. Her hands trembled as she dialed a

number.

As soon as the call connected, she choked out, “Tiff, my heart hurts, and I don’t feel so well. Will you

come over?”

“What’s wrong with you, Amelia? Give me a while, I’ll head over right now.”

Amelia hung up the phone, sitting in a daze on the couch.

Tiffany arrived within thirty minutes. Amelia went to answer the door as the doorbell rang incessantly.

Seeing how pale Amelia was, Tiffany flinched. “What’s wrong?”

Amelia merely smiled before her whole body slumped against Tiffany.

Taken aback, Tiffany asked again, “Amelia, what happened?”

But Amelia gave no response.

Tiffany anxiously yelled, “Oscar Clinton! Oscar Clinton, are you home? Are you home? You better come

out! Amelia’s fainted!”

Oscar dashed down the stairs with heavy steps. “What happened to her?”

“Are you blind? She’s fainted. Hurry and carry her to the hospital. If she or the baby were to have

anything happen to them, I’ll never let you off!” Tiffany shouted hysterically.

In one swift move, Oscar swept Amelia up and ran to the elevator. Fortunately, it opened the moment he

arrived.

The three of them entered and left the elevator very quickly. Oscar carried Amelia into his car and said to

Tiffany, “Look after her.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes, refusing to give him any response.

Oscar didn’t mind her silence, wasting no time to take the driver’s seat. He whipped out his phone and

dialed. “Robert, it’s me. Something happened to Amelia. Please get the hospital to prepare for the best

doctor on stand-by.”

Having said that, he hung up right away.

As it was late in the night, there were hardly any vehicles on the road. Oscar drove as fast as he could,

running through several red lights along the way.