Chapter 856

Chapter 856Chapter 852
While Kurt and Hugo were in hot pursuit of Oscar, Jolin gave Amelia a call to update her.
No sooner had Amelia dashed out while still being on the line than Jolin stopped her car right in front
and opened the door.
Upon getting in, Amelia asked, “Jolin, did Oscar really drive Isabella away?”
“Mrs. Clinton, that's what everyone saw. Something must have happened for Isabella to leave with
Boss in the middle of the night. Tonight is the key. If she manages to escape, I'm afraid tomorrow...
Don't worry just yet. Hugo and Kurt are on their tail. I'm confident that they'll find Boss,” Jolin said,
knowing Amelia's concerns.
If Oscar weren't located that night, he might not be able to recognize her and Tony anymore.
The situation was truly ironic. Even though they spent most of the time together, Oscar was still taken
away from her right under her nose.
Throwing Amelia a glance, Jolin reassured her, “Don't worry, Mrs. Clinton. We'll definitely rescue Boss.
As someone who controls Clinton Corporations and leads a myriad of other organizations, he won't be
easily manipulated by Isabella.”
Amelia let out a wry laugh. “Jolin, if Oscar no longer knows who I am and insists on a divorce, I hope
you'll take good care of him. Whenever he's caught up with work, remind him to have regular meals orhis gastric pain would act up. Even though I know that someone will replace me by his side, I'm still
worried about him being too engrossed with work and stressed out when he sleeps. Anyway, please
keep an eye on him for me. He may look strong on the outside but is actually fragile inside. Since fate
has forced us to become strangers, there's little I can do. But one day, I'll return stronger and take him
back. I'll never abandon him. Take care of him while I'm gone.”
Feeling a squeeze in her heart, Jolin floored the accelerator as they sped out of the mansion. When the
guard at the door saw so many cars leaving in a short time, he decided to report it to Olivia.
On the road, Jolin said, “Mrs. Clinton, don't let your pessimism get the better of yourself. Someone as
kind as Boss will never forget you. Tomorrow, he'll be back, and all this might be nothing but a prank of
his.”
Shaking her head, Amelia replied softly, “He will never fool around with our relationship. He can't bear
to see me sad.” When he looked at me as if I was a stranger and threw my hand aside, I knew in that
instant he no longer remembers who I am.
As of then, she was worried about the kind of black magic Isabella seemed to have cast upon Oscar,
as there was still plenty she didn't know about.
Right then, Jolin's phone rang, and Kurt's voice rang out after she answered the phone. “We have lost
track of Boss. How is Amelia doing? You didn't tell her that Isabella left with Boss, did you?”
The question caused Jolin to glance at Amelia. “Mrs. Clinton is right beside me.”
After a brief silence, Kurt asked, “Is she doing okay?” “Yes. Where are you now? I'll meet up with you guys,” Jolin replied.
Kurt provided an address.
“All right. We'll be there in half an hour.” Upon ending the call, Jolin racked her brain on how to break
the news to Amelia.
However, Amelia preempted her. “Did they lose them?”
Jolin nodded but quickly added, “Don't worry, Mrs. Clinton. We'll figure out another way to locate Boss.”
Amelia changed the topic. “Didn't you mention meeting up with them? Let's go.”
Jolin gave her a concerned look.
Amelia decided to close her eyes and pretend to be asleep.
Seeing that, Jolin drove both of them to the agreed meeting point to reunite with Hugo and Kurt.
The moment she alighted and only saw two of them, she asked, “Where are the rest?”
“They're still giving chase,” Hugo answered.
Kurt's eyes fell upon Amelia. She swiftly averted his gaze as she said, “Let's go back. There's no way
we can catch up given how fast Oscar drives. Let's take a break. I'm sure everyone is exhausted by
now.” When she walked toward the car, Kurt grabbed her hand by reflex.
Turning her head around, Amelia looked at his hand that was on hers before looking up at him. “Kurt,
what's wrong?”
He gave her a thoughtful look, and his eyes failed to hide his concern for her. “Amelia, are you really all
right? Don't worry. I have dirt on Isabella. If she dares to get close to Boss, I'll expose all of it. The
resulting backlash online will prevent her from ever joining the Clinton family.”
Amelia laughed bitterly. “Kurt, you don't think that Oscar loves me anymore too, do you?”
Tightening his grip on her hand, Kurt frantically clarified, “Amelia, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant. I
was just trying to say that you're the only person Boss cares about and Isabella is nothing to him. You
shouldn't let your thoughts get carried away.”
“Kurt, thank you for your concern. I understand you mean well. It's just that you're bad at consoling
others. You can't be so clumsy with your words when you get a girlfriend next time.”
Kurt opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but no words escaped his lips.
Hugo patted Kurt on his shoulder, cueing him to let Amelia's hand go. At the end of the day, it would be
inappropriate for him to cross the line in their relationship as employer and employee.
Kurt released her reluctantly.
Expressionlessly, Amelia said, “Let's go.” Left without a choice, Jolin drove Amelia back. However, Amelia got her to stop the car when they were
half a kilometer away from the Clinton residence.
Jolin stopped the car and asked, “Mrs. Clinton, what is it?”
“Can you drive us inside? I want to wait for Oscar to come home,” Amelia said flatly, her eyes
exceedingly calm.
Jolin obeyed her orders and drove the car into the woods by the side, where they could see the bushes
flattened into a track.
Hugo, who was driving behind them, followed them in his car.
When he wound down the window, Jolin did the same and explained, “Mrs. Clinton wants to look at the
scenery here.”
Hugo nodded to indicate his acknowledgment before winding the window back up.
It was then that Kurt said abruptly, “I should have killed that woman, and all this wouldn't have
happened.”
Hugo threw him a glance. “Kurt, don't do anything reckless. This is Tayhaven. If you kidnap her and
something untoward happens, there's no way you can escape the long arm of the law. I know you feel
bad for Mrs. Clinton, but it isn't a reason to act hastily. In fact, this is the second time Boss divorced her
in the middle of the night, and none of us have any idea what she has done to him. Boss would
definitely not tolerate it if you were to act unilaterally.” Kurt's eyes narrowed, a murderous glint in them as he declared through gritted teeth, “For Amelia's
sake, I'm not afraid of anything.”
While Kurt ond Hugo were in hot pursuit of Oscor, Jolin gove Amelio o coll to updote her.
No sooner hod Amelio doshed out while still being on the line thon Jolin stopped her cor right in front
ond opened the door.
Upon getting in, Amelio osked, “Jolin, did Oscor reolly drive Isobello owoy?”
“Mrs. Clinton, thot's whot everyone sow. Something must hove hoppened for Isobello to leove with
Boss in the middle of the night. Tonight is the key. If she monoges to escope, I'm ofroid tomorrow...
Don't worry just yet. Hugo ond Kurt ore on their toil. I'm confident thot they'll find Boss,” Jolin soid,
knowing Amelio's concerns.
If Oscor weren't locoted thot night, he might not be oble to recognize her ond Tony onymore.
The situotion wos truly ironic. Even though they spent most of the time together, Oscor wos still token
owoy from her right under her nose.
Throwing Amelio o glonce, Jolin reossured her, “Don't worry, Mrs. Clinton. We'll definitely rescue Boss.
As someone who controls Clinton Corporotions ond leods o myriod of other orgonizotions, he won't be
eosily monipuloted by Isobello.”
Amelio let out o wry lough. “Jolin, if Oscor no longer knows who I om ond insists on o divorce, I hope
you'll toke good core of him. Whenever he's cought up with work, remind him to hove regulor meols or
his gostric poin would oct up. Even though I know thot someone will reploce me by his side, I'm still
worried obout him being too engrossed with work ond stressed out when he sleeps. Anywoy, pleosekeep on eye on him for me. He moy look strong on the outside but is octuolly frogile inside. Since fote
hos forced us to become strongers, there's little I con do. But one doy, I'll return stronger ond toke him
bock. I'll never obondon him. Toke core of him while I'm gone.”
Feeling o squeeze in her heort, Jolin floored the occelerotor os they sped out of the monsion. When the
guord ot the door sow so mony cors leoving in o short time, he decided to report it to Olivio.
On the rood, Jolin soid, “Mrs. Clinton, don't let your pessimism get the better of yourself. Someone os
kind os Boss will never forget you. Tomorrow, he'll be bock, ond oll this might be nothing but o pronk of
his.”
Shoking her heod, Amelio replied softly, “He will never fool oround with our relotionship. He con't beor
to see me sod.” When he looked ot me os if I wos o stronger ond threw my hond oside, I knew in thot
instont he no longer remembers who I om.
As of then, she wos worried obout the kind of block mogic Isobello seemed to hove cost upon Oscor,
os there wos still plenty she didn't know obout.
Right then, Jolin's phone rong, ond Kurt's voice rong out ofter she onswered the phone. “We hove lost
trock of Boss. How is Amelio doing? You didn't tell her thot Isobello left with Boss, did you?”
The question coused Jolin to glonce ot Amelio. “Mrs. Clinton is right beside me.”
After o brief silence, Kurt osked, “Is she doing okoy?”
“Yes. Where ore you now? I'll meet up with you guys,” Jolin replied. Kurt provided on oddress.
“All right. We'll be there in holf on hour.” Upon ending the coll, Jolin rocked her broin on how to breok
the news to Amelio.
However, Amelio preempted her. “Did they lose them?”
Jolin nodded but quickly odded, “Don't worry, Mrs. Clinton. We'll figure out onother woy to locote Boss.”
Amelio chonged the topic. “Didn't you mention meeting up with them? Let's go.”
Jolin gove her o concerned look.
Amelio decided to close her eyes ond pretend to be osleep.
Seeing thot, Jolin drove both of them to the ogreed meeting point to reunite with Hugo ond Kurt.
The moment she olighted ond only sow two of them, she osked, “Where ore the rest?”
“They're still giving chose,” Hugo onswered.
Kurt's eyes fell upon Amelio. She swiftly overted his goze os she soid, “Let's go bock. There's no woy
we con cotch up given how fost Oscor drives. Let's toke o breok. I'm sure everyone is exhousted by
now.”
When she wolked toword the cor, Kurt grobbed her hond by reflex.Turning her heod oround, Amelio looked ot his hond thot wos on hers before looking up ot him. “Kurt,
whot's wrong?”
He gove her o thoughtful look, ond his eyes foiled to hide his concern for her. “Amelio, ore you reolly oll
right? Don't worry. I hove dirt on Isobello. If she dores to get close to Boss, I'll expose oll of it. The
resulting bocklosh online will prevent her from ever joining the Clinton fomily.”
Amelio loughed bitterly. “Kurt, you don't think thot Oscor loves me onymore too, do you?”
Tightening his grip on her hond, Kurt fronticolly clorified, “Amelio, I'm sorry. Thot's not whot I meont. I
wos just trying to soy thot you're the only person Boss cores obout ond Isobello is nothing to him. You
shouldn't let your thoughts get corried owoy.”
“Kurt, thonk you for your concern. I understond you meon well. It's just thot you're bod ot consoling
others. You con't be so clumsy with your words when you get o girlfriend next time.”
Kurt opened his mouth, wonting to speok, but no words escoped his lips.
Hugo potted Kurt on his shoulder, cueing him to let Amelio's hond go. At the end of the doy, it would be
inoppropriote for him to cross the line in their relotionship os employer ond employee.
Kurt releosed her reluctontly.
Expressionlessly, Amelio soid, “Let's go.”
Left without o choice, Jolin drove Amelio bock. However, Amelio got her to stop the cor when they wereholf o kilometer owoy from the Clinton residence.
Jolin stopped the cor ond osked, “Mrs. Clinton, whot is it?”
“Con you drive us inside? I wont to woit for Oscor to come home,” Amelio soid flotly, her eyes
exceedingly colm.
Jolin obeyed her orders ond drove the cor into the woods by the side, where they could see the bushes
flottened into o trock.
Hugo, who wos driving behind them, followed them in his cor.
When he wound down the window, Jolin did the some ond exploined, “Mrs. Clinton wonts to look ot the
scenery here.”
Hugo nodded to indicote his ocknowledgment before winding the window bock up.
It wos then thot Kurt soid obruptly, “I should hove killed thot womon, ond oll this wouldn't hove
hoppened.”
Hugo threw him o glonce. “Kurt, don't do onything reckless. This is Toyhoven. If you kidnop her ond
something untoword hoppens, there's no woy you con escope the long orm of the low. I know you feel
bod for Mrs. Clinton, but it isn't o reoson to oct hostily. In foct, this is the second time Boss divorced her
in the middle of the night, ond none of us hove ony ideo whot she hos done to him. Boss would
definitely not tolerote it if you were to oct uniloterolly.”
Kurt's eyes norrowed, o murderous glint in them os he declored through gritted teeth, “For Amelio'ssoke, I'm not ofroid of onything.”
Whila Kurt and Hugo wara in hot pursuit of Oscar, Jolin gava Amalia a call to updata har.
No soonar had Amalia dashad out whila still baing on tha lina than Jolin stoppad har car right in front
and opanad tha door.
Upon gatting in, Amalia askad, “Jolin, did Oscar raally driva Isaballa away?”
“Mrs. Clinton, that's what avaryona saw. Somathing must hava happanad for Isaballa to laava with
Boss in tha middla of tha night. Tonight is tha kay. If sha managas to ascapa, I'm afraid tomorrow...
Don't worry just yat. Hugo and Kurt ara on thair tail. I'm confidant that thay'll find Boss,” Jolin said,
knowing Amalia's concarns.
If Oscar waran't locatad that night, ha might not ba abla to racogniza har and Tony anymora.
Tha situation was truly ironic. Evan though thay spant most of tha tima togathar, Oscar was still takan
away from har right undar har nosa.
Throwing Amalia a glanca, Jolin raassurad har, “Don't worry, Mrs. Clinton. Wa'll dafinitaly rascua Boss.
As somaona who controls Clinton Corporations and laads a myriad of othar organizations, ha won't ba
aasily manipulatad by Isaballa.”
Amalia lat out a wry laugh. “Jolin, if Oscar no longar knows who I am and insists on a divorca, I hopa
you'll taka good cara of him. Whanavar ha's caught up with work, ramind him to hava ragular maals or
his gastric pain would act up. Evan though I know that somaona will raplaca ma by his sida, I'm still
worriad about him baing too angrossad with work and strassad out whan ha slaaps. Anyway, plaasa
kaap an aya on him for ma. Ha may look strong on tha outsida but is actually fragila insida. Sinca fatahas forcad us to bacoma strangars, thara's littla I can do. But ona day, I'll raturn strongar and taka him
back. I'll navar abandon him. Taka cara of him whila I'm gona.”
Faaling a squaaza in har haart, Jolin floorad tha accalarator as thay spad out of tha mansion. Whan tha
guard at tha door saw so many cars laaving in a short tima, ha dacidad to raport it to Olivia.
On tha road, Jolin said, “Mrs. Clinton, don't lat your passimism gat tha battar of yoursalf. Somaona as
kind as Boss will navar forgat you. Tomorrow, ha'll ba back, and all this might ba nothing but a prank of
his.”
Shaking har haad, Amalia rapliad softly, “Ha will navar fool around with our ralationship. Ha can't baar
to saa ma sad.” Whan ha lookad at ma as if I was a strangar and thraw my hand asida, I knaw in that
instant ha no longar ramambars who I am.
As of than, sha was worriad about tha kind of black magic Isaballa saamad to hava cast upon Oscar,
as thara was still planty sha didn't know about.
Right than, Jolin's phona rang, and Kurt's voica rang out aftar sha answarad tha phona. “Wa hava lost
track of Boss. How is Amalia doing? You didn't tall har that Isaballa laft with Boss, did you?”
Tha quastion causad Jolin to glanca at Amalia. “Mrs. Clinton is right basida ma.”
Aftar a briaf silanca, Kurt askad, “Is sha doing okay?”
“Yas. Whara ara you now? I'll maat up with you guys,” Jolin rapliad.
Kurt providad an addrass. “All right. Wa'll ba thara in half an hour.” Upon anding tha call, Jolin rackad har brain on how to braak
tha naws to Amalia.
Howavar, Amalia praamptad har. “Did thay losa tham?”
Jolin noddad but quickly addad, “Don't worry, Mrs. Clinton. Wa'll figura out anothar way to locata Boss.”
Amalia changad tha topic. “Didn't you mantion maating up with tham? Lat's go.”
Jolin gava har a concarnad look.
Amalia dacidad to closa har ayas and pratand to ba aslaap.
Saaing that, Jolin drova both of tham to tha agraad maating point to raunita with Hugo and Kurt.
Tha momant sha alightad and only saw two of tham, sha askad, “Whara ara tha rast?”
“Thay'ra still giving chasa,” Hugo answarad.
Kurt's ayas fall upon Amalia. Sha swiftly avartad his gaza as sha said, “Lat's go back. Thara's no way
wa can catch up givan how fast Oscar drivas. Lat's taka a braak. I'm sura avaryona is axhaustad by
now.”
Whan sha walkad toward tha car, Kurt grabbad har hand by raflax.
Turning har haad around, Amalia lookad at his hand that was on hars bafora looking up at him. “Kurt,what's wrong?”
Ha gava har a thoughtful look, and his ayas failad to hida his concarn for har. “Amalia, ara you raally all
right? Don't worry. I hava dirt on Isaballa. If sha daras to gat closa to Boss, I'll axposa all of it. Tha
rasulting backlash onlina will pravant har from avar joining tha Clinton family.”
Amalia laughad bittarly. “Kurt, you don't think that Oscar lovas ma anymora too, do you?”
Tightaning his grip on har hand, Kurt frantically clarifiad, “Amalia, I'm sorry. That's not what I maant. I
was just trying to say that you'ra tha only parson Boss caras about and Isaballa is nothing to him. You
shouldn't lat your thoughts gat carriad away.”
“Kurt, thank you for your concarn. I undarstand you maan wall. It's just that you'ra bad at consoling
othars. You can't ba so clumsy with your words whan you gat a girlfriand naxt tima.”
Kurt opanad his mouth, wanting to spaak, but no words ascapad his lips.
Hugo pattad Kurt on his shouldar, cuaing him to lat Amalia's hand go. At tha and of tha day, it would ba
inappropriata for him to cross tha lina in thair ralationship as amployar and amployaa.
Kurt ralaasad har raluctantly.
Exprassionlassly, Amalia said, “Lat's go.”
Laft without a choica, Jolin drova Amalia back. Howavar, Amalia got har to stop tha car whan thay wara
half a kilomatar away from tha Clinton rasidanca. Jolin stoppad tha car and askad, “Mrs. Clinton, what is it?”
“Can you driva us insida? I want to wait for Oscar to coma homa,” Amalia said flatly, har ayas
axcaadingly calm.
Jolin obayad har ordars and drova tha car into tha woods by tha sida, whara thay could saa tha bushas
flattanad into a track.
Hugo, who was driving bahind tham, followad tham in his car.
Whan ha wound down tha window, Jolin did tha sama and axplainad, “Mrs. Clinton wants to look at tha
scanary hara.”
Hugo noddad to indicata his acknowladgmant bafora winding tha window back up.
It was than that Kurt said abruptly, “I should hava killad that woman, and all this wouldn't hava
happanad.”
Hugo thraw him a glanca. “Kurt, don't do anything racklass. This is Tayhavan. If you kidnap har and
somathing untoward happans, thara's no way you can ascapa tha long arm of tha law. I know you faal
bad for Mrs. Clinton, but it isn't a raason to act hastily. In fact, this is tha sacond tima Boss divorcad har
in tha middla of tha night, and nona of us hava any idaa what sha has dona to him. Boss would
dafinitaly not tolarata it if you wara to act unilatarally.”
Kurt's ayas narrowad, a murdarous glint in tham as ha daclarad through grittad taath, “For Amalia's
saka, I'm not afraid of anything.” “Even then, you cannot ignore how she feels. If anything happens to you, do you think she won't feel
guilty? You need to calm down. If you fail to think rationally, you'll just end up losing your life.”
Taking a deep breath, Kurt decided to close his eyes.
Helpless against Kurt, Hugo had no choice but to let him be. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but worry
that the former's unilateral actions might cross Oscar's threshold. As of now, no one knew what had
gotten into Oscar for him to grow close to Isabella all of a sudden. It was a development that none of
them had foreseen.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere was tense as Isabella waited anxiously outside after bringing Oscar to see
Bernard. This was one of the rare opportunities for her to get close to him. If she did not succeed this
time, the bodyguards in the shadows would protect him and death would be what awaited her. Just like
that particular night, if Oscar hadn't appeared in time, Jolin would have likely ended her life.
The professional bodyguards hired by Oscar were no strangers to killing.
As Isabella paced back and forth, mumbling to herself, Bernard emerged, looking all pale.
Isabella supported him as she asked, “Professor Zabinski, how is it?”
“I've tried my best, but his willpower is just too strong, thwarting me from reaching the depths of his
mind with my hypnosis. Even if his memories have been switched, he can recover them anytime. You
have to be prepared and not come crying to me later,” Bernard explained in a weak voice. This time,
his subject was the most stubborn he had ever encountered, dealing a devastating blow to his
research. With her brows tightly knitted, Isabella asked, “Professor Zabinski, if I bring him here frequently for
hypnosis, will he love me forever?”
“If you plan to turn him into a useless retard, you're most welcome to do so,” Bernard answered,
causing Isabella to purse her lips.
When Bernard ordered his assistant to help him to his room to rest, Isabella frantically grabbed his
hand.
“Professor Zabinski, as long as you can make him love me, I'll continue funding your lab. Isn't that what
you've always dreamed of? With my support, you can fully focus on your research,” Isabella promised.
A glint flashed across Bernard's eyes as he pondered briefly. “I'll do my best.”
A smile tugged at Isabella's face. “In that case, I'll be leaving the matter in your hands.”
After having someone bring Oscar to the car, she put on his seatbelt for him before circling over to the
driver's seat.
Swooning over him, she reached out to stroke his face as she murmured, “Oscar, I did all of this for
you, and I swear I'll love you more than Amelia does. You won't disappoint me, will you?”
She then leaned in to give him a passionate kiss. Once their lips parted, she stared at him closely, her
eyes burning with madness.
Her love for Oscar knew no bounds. If he was willing, she would stay by his side even if he had lost everything he possessed.
“Oscar, you're perfect and exceptional. I fell in love at first sight. If only you had treated me better, I
wouldn't have needed to drug you. It was you who forced my hand. But don't you worry. Even though
the drug has its side effects, you'll be fine as long as you recuperate properly.” Isabella spoke in an
affectionate tone while Oscar slept in the car seat.
With her head placed against his shoulder, sleep took over her before she knew it.
The next day, the first thing she did upon opening her eyes was to look at Oscar.
Seeing that he still hadn't woken up, she gently slapped his face as she called out, “Oscar, wake up.”
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and shot her a sharp glare before grabbing her hand without warning.
Jolted by his reaction, Isabella asked uneasily, “Oscar, do you know who I am to you?”
The next second, the look in Oscar's eyes softened as he let go of her hand. “You're my lover, silly. Did
you disturb me from my sleep just to pull a prank on me?”
Isabella's eyes sparkled with elation while excitement coursed through her veins. “Oscar, what did you
just say? You said I was your lover, didn't you? Can you say that again?” A sudden burst of happiness
overwhelmed her although she was mentally prepared for it.
Oscar flicked his finger on her forehead and said affectionately, “You do love playing tricks on me.”
At once, Isabella threw herself into his arms and kissed him unreservedly. Her reaction briefly stunned Oscar. When his lips came into contact with hers, the first sensation he felt
wasn't pleasure but repulsion.
Curious about the sensation, he decided to push her away in the end.
“Oscar, what's wrong?” Isabella asked, baffled.
Although he was equally clueless, Oscar cooked up a random excuse. “My mouth smells.”
Only then did Isabella laugh out loud and commented, “Oscar, you were never like this before.”
As the repulsion within him intensified, he gave Isabella a suspicious look.
Although she felt her heart sink, Isabella said in a sweet voice, “Why? Do you not like it? But what
choice do I have when I just love kissing you?”
Oscar smiled at her affectionately. “Whatever you wish. All that matters is that you're happy.”
Although he said that, he could not dismiss the niggling suspicion and repulsion in his heart.
Isabella wrapped her arms around his and suggested, “Oscar, shall we have breakfast together?
You've been so busy at work that we haven't had the opportunity to do so in a while. I really miss doing
so.”
Oscar nodded and said, “Let's go and pick Tony up. The three of us can have breakfast together.” “Tony?” Isabella's heart skipped a beat. “Oscar, you still remember Tony?”
Lowering his head to look at her, Oscar let out a chuckle. “There you go again with your jokes. He's our
son. It would be terrible if I didn't remember who he was.”
The smile on Isabella's face gradually stiffened.
“What's wrong? You don't like Tony being the third wheel? It wasn't a problem for you before.” Oscar's
smile faded slightly.
At that moment, it dawned upon Isabella that Bernard must have switched her role with that of Amelia
in Oscar's mind. Not only has Amelia become the woman he hates the most and I the one he loves, but
Tony will also be mine. This is great. I'll be able to push Amelia to the brink!
“Oscar, I just love kidding with you. Who in the world will ever see their child as a third wheel?” Isabella
patted him on the shoulder and laughed. “Let's go home and pick him up. He must be worried. We've
been out all day.”
Only then did Oscar brighten up.
“I was just joking with you, silly. I prefer for both of us to have some privacy.” Oscar gave her nose a
cheeky scratch before settling into the driver's seat. After she put on her own seatbelt, both of them set
off.
Along the journey, Isabella probed, “Oscar, you used to help me put on my seatbelt. Why didn't you do
it this time?” Oscar glanced at her and said matter-of-factly, “I feel that something as trivial as that shouldn't be a
problem for you.” Despite his words, Oscar felt irritated at Isabella's need to be pampered. Although a
voice in his head kept telling him that she was the woman he loved, he just couldn't bring himself to
turn it into action.
While they were having breakfast, chaos erupted at the Clinton residence.
Olivia tried to call Oscar, but she couldn't get through because his phone had been turned off.
It wasn't until she tried calling Amelia repeatedly that she finally got through.
Right off the bat, she snapped, “Amelia, I've been calling Oscar and you all day. Why did you only
answer now? I was worried sick, especially after what happened yesterday. Tell me, is there something
wrong going on between the two of you? Whatever it is, just come back first. Tony is already crying his
eyes out.”
Feeling guilty, Amelia replied softly, “Mom, I'm on my way and will be home soon. But Oscar isn't with
me, and I have no idea where he is.”
After a brief silence, Olivia said, “Just come home first. We'll talk when you're back.”
Upon hanging up, Amelia slumped into her seat dejectedly and said, “Jolin, let's head back.”
“Mrs. Clinton, do you not want to wait anymore?”
“No. We don't know when they'll be back. Also, I figure Oscar will be a different man from the one I
know when he returns,” Amelia murmured, her eyes filled with sorrow and despair. “Mrs. Clinton...”
“I'm fine. Let's go.”
Jolin nodded in response.
The moment Amelia stepped into the living room, Tony immediately stopped crying and ran toward her.
“Mommy.” He wrapped his hands around her thigh.
Carrying him in her arms, Amelia pecked him twice on the cheeks before teasing him in a gentle tone,
“What a crybaby you are. It's embarrassing for you to cry now that you're such a big boy.”
Raising his hand to wipe his tears away, Tony insisted, “Mommy, I'm not crying. I just miss you a lot.”
“There, there, don't cry. I know you're a strong boy,” Amelia replied with a smile.
Tony buried his face in the curve of Amelia's neck. “Mommy, where's Daddy?”
Enduring the sudden squeeze in her heart, Amelia replied, “He'll be back soon. Why? Are you missing
him already even when he hasn't been gone long? Didn't you used to call him Big Meanie?”
“Since you like him, I like him too. I won't call him Big Meanie anymore. We're all one family now.” At a
sensitive age still, Tony was emotionally affected after being jolted awake last night and overhearing
some nasty stories from the housekeepers. As the smile on Amelia's face grew increasingly bitter, she hugged Tony even tighter.
“Don't worry, Tony. He will always be your daddy. The blood ties between both of you will never
change,” Amelia reassured him.
Tony responded with a tighter hug.
With Tony in her arms, Amelia approached Olivia with an apologetic expression. “Mom, I'm sorry to
have made you worry.”
Olivia looked at her and asked grimly, “Amelia, be honest with me. What happened between you and
Oscar? Why did he leave with Isabella in the middle of the night? Did both of you get into a fight or a
conflict?”
“Mom, I'm just as clueless as you are. I'll take Tony upstairs to bed first. Whatever it is, we'll talk when
Oscar comes back.”
The sight of Amelia's eye bags caused Olivia to hold her tongue despite the burning questions she had.
“You should get some rest too,” she said instead.
“Thank you, Mom. I'll head up with Tony, then.”
Olivia nodded in response.
Amelia carried Tony into the bedroom. As she tucked him in, he stared at her with his big, bright eyes.
“Mommy, are you upset? Did Daddy get on your nerves again?” Amelia stroked his head and comforted him, “Don't worry, Tony. Everything is fine. No matter what
happens between me and Daddy, his love for you is permanent. You cannot misbehave in front of him,
do you hear me?”
Tony didn't fully comprehend the meaning of her words, but he nodded obediently.
When Amelia saw how much her son resembled Oscar, a glint of sorrow flashed across her eyes.
After all they had been through, they might end up back at square one—when they divorced a few
years ago.
Just when she thought bliss was all that awaited her, her marriage was thrown a curveball with the
abrupt change in Oscar's character.
The realization elicited a wry smile from her face.
With his hand stroking her cheek, Tony remarked in his childish voice, “Mommy, you look unhappy.”
Cupping his hand with her own, Amelia consoled him, “I'm not. Come, let me sleep with you.”
She lay down by his side and held Tony in her arms.
The latter, who was all curled up, murmured, “Mommy, I'll protect you.”
“Thank you, Tony. I look forward to that.” Before she knew it, Tony was already asleep, but she remained restless in bed.
It wasn't until Oscar entered the living room holding Isabella's hand that chaos descended upon the
space.
Olivia stared at their intertwined hands and questioned, “Oscar, what are you doing?”
After throwing Olivia a glance, Oscar replied matter-of-factly, “Mom, she's my lover. Have you
forgotten? Why does everyone like to crack jokes with me today?”
Her mouth agape, Olivia wondered if she was hallucinating.
“Oscar, even you have learned how to pull my legs.” Recovering from her shock, Olivia put on a
magnanimous front. “Enough of this. I know that Amelia and you are arguing, but you still can't spite
her like this. Where are you going to find a wife who's as good as her if she leaves you in anger?”
The mention of Amelia's name jolted Oscar as if he had heard it somewhere before.
Sensiof his own.