Chapter 867

Chapter 867Chapter 847
After Amelia calmed Tony down, she went to the study to look for Oscar. She opened the door to see
Oscar staring at a document on the table. Her heart leaped to her throat as she hurried over to him.
“Oscar,” she called out.
It took Oscar a moment to raise his head. He shot Amelia a complicated look before the judging look in
his eyes slowly faded away.
“Oscar, what's the matter? Why are you staring at me like that?” Amelia asked as she forced out a
smile.
Getting to his feet, Oscar walked past his study table and went to Amelia. He lowered his head to look
at her and asked, “Did I upset you earlier?”
Amelia blinked innocently. “Did you? I only saw a man who adores me greatly.”
Oscar chuckled out loud. Her words managed to get rid of the doubts in his heart.
He held her hand, led her to the couch, and pulled her so that she was sitting on his lap. “Amelia, I
didn't leave you downstairs on purpose. Many chaotic scenes appeared in my brain out of nowhere, so
I made up an excuse to come to the study. I don't know what is wrong with me. Maybe I should get it
checked at the hospital.”
Listening to his honest answer, Amelia couldn't help but comfort him. “You were just too busy and didn'tget to rest well, silly. You're an outstanding man, so you have to bear a lot of pressure. Come, let me
help you relax by giving you a head massage.”
Oscar relaxed and shut his eyes. While giving him a massage, Amelia asked, “Oscar, is this all right?”
Oscar bobbed his head in response.
Amelia observed him thoughtfully as she massage him.
They enjoyed almost an hour of leisure time together before Oscar had to get back to work. Amelia left
the study and went downstairs.
“Molly, please take care of Tony. I'm heading to the market to buy some ingredients that the boys love. I
will be cooking tonight. Tony loves my honey BBQ pork ribs,” Amelia said to Molly with a smile.
Molly gave her an affectionate one in return. “Mrs. Clinton, let me get the ingredients. You must be tired
after taking care of Mr. Anthony these few days. I know you love both Mr. Clinton and Mr. Anthony, but
there is no hurry.”
Amelia shook her head. “Molly, I'm not tired. I want to cook for them for the rest of my life.”
Failing to persuade her to change her mind, Molly could only let her be.
The moment Amelia took the elevator downstairs, Jolin had already driven the car over to pick her up.
“Mrs. Clinton,” Jolin greeted her. “Jolin, didn't you send someone to tail Isabella? Why didn't you tell me in advance when she came to
my house?”
Jolin hesitated before answering, “Mrs. Clinton, Boss actually stopped us from tailing Ms. Walker a few
days ago. I was afraid you might overthink, so I didn't tell you about it.”
Amelia lowered her head and fell into deep thought as various expressions crossed her face.
Jolin gazed at her worriedly. “Mrs. Clinton, are you all right?”
Amelia snapped out of her reverie and turned to look at Jolin. “Did Oscar really stop you from tailing
Isabella? What else did he say?”
Jolin pondered over her question and answered, “Boss didn't really say anything. All he said was that
Ms. Walker wasn't actually that annoying, and we shouldn't make things difficult for her on purpose.”
Amelia's fingers twitched as she shut her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was clear.
She had regained her composure.
“Come, let's go to the farmer's market. I need to buy pork ribs and cook a delicious meal for Tony,”
Amelia said with feigned nonchalance.
Jolin turned over to glance at Amelia. She swallowed a lump in her throat and asked, “Mrs. Clinton, are
you sure you're all right?”
A tiny smile flitted across Amelia's lips as she replied, “Of course. Why wouldn't I be?” Jolin drove without a word, and silence ensued inside the car.
Around five minutes later, Jolin broke the silence. “Mrs. Clinton, I have never been in love, but
everyone knows how much Boss loves you. He could even sacrifice his own life for you. I am pretty
sure the woman has nothing to do with him.”
Amelia made a face as she confessed her concern. “Jolin, I'm not worried about him cheating. I'm just
afraid that Isabella will do something to him. He has the wrong feelings whenever he sees Isabella now.
In the past, that would never have happened. I heard that there is something called black magic from
Thymion. Can you find an expert in this field to take a look at Oscar?”
Jolin cast Amelia a strange look as she assumed the latter was thinking too much. “Mrs. Clinton, that
shouldn't be the case. You're thinking too much.” However, recalling how her employer had been
treating Isabella differently now, she felt furious on Amelia's behalf and thought it could be possible.
“Mrs. Clinton, why don't I send someone to Thymion? I remember Hugo once completed a mission in
Thymion. He might know an expert in that field.”
“Send Hugo there, then.”
Jolin nodded. But feeling worried the next moment, she asked, “Mrs. Clinton, even if we managed to
get the expert to come here, how should we mention it to Boss?”
Amelia thought about it and said, “I'll tell him myself.”
Jolin parted her lips but didn't say her thoughts out loud. Mrs. Clinton, even though Boss adores you,
he probably won't feel good to discover that you thought he was under the influence of black magic. However, Jolin had plenty of experience in life. She had seen much horrible stuff previously. In fact, she
had seen how black magic had caused a wealthy man to age quickly. She thought it was possible to
make a man fall in love with a person through black magic.
If that was the case, she had to admit that Isabella was cruel enough to come up with such a horrible
plan.
Arriving at the farmer's market, Jolin parked the car. “Mrs. Clinton, I don't think we should send
someone to Thymion for now. If Boss is under the influence of black magic, there is no way Isabella
can still hover around him but still fail to get into his good books. I think we should get rid of Isabella to
nip the problem in the bud.”
Amelia shook her head and flashed a bitter smile.
“Forget it. I was just joking. If we get the expert to come, Oscar will never agree to get checked. Even if
he agrees to get checked for my sake, he'll get upset with me deep down. I don't want to be a fool who
creates an opportunity for my enemy.” Having said that, she opened the door and got out of the car.
Jolin heaved a sigh of relief. She was scared that Amelia would act recklessly and send someone to
Thymion for real.
At the farmer's market, Amelia bought many ingredients.
Jolin took her shopping bags and placed them in the trunk before getting into the driver's seat and
starting the engine. “Mrs. Clinton, I have an idea. Why don't I sneak into the Walker residence at night
to interrogate Isabella? I'm sure she will reveal everything.” Amelia nodded. “Thank you, Jolin.”
“I am willing to do anything for you, Mrs. Clinton.”
Amelia chuckled lightly.
Back at the apartment, Amelia went into the kitchen and started to prepare dinner.
The family of three enjoyed dinner together as though Isabella didn't show up that noon.
Late that night, Jolin changed into a black outfit and drove to the Walker residence.
She parked the vehicle a kilometer away from the Walker residence in a forest. Then, she avoided the
security guards and sneaked into the house.
After finding Isabella's room, she was about to climb through the window to get in when a pebble hit her
ankle, causing her to wince in pain and nearly release her hands. Upon calming herself down, she
turned over her shoulder, and when she saw the person standing below, she blanched in shock and
nearly fell to the ground.
Taking a deep breath, she slid down the pipe and climbed down.
“Boss, what are you doing here?” she greeted respectfully, standing in front of the figure.
She thought no one knew about her visit to Isabella's house and didn't know that Oscar had followed
her there. She didn't even realize he was behind her. Despite not knowing why Oscar had shown up here, she knew she couldn't interrogate Isabella today.
Oscar's hands were folded behind his back as he hid in the dark. In a low voice, he demanded, “Jolin,
who allowed you to come to the Walker residence?”
A chill went down Jolin's spine as she hung her head low. “Boss, I was curious what the Walker
residence looked like. That's why I came here. I didn't mean anything else.”
Oscar ordered, “Go back now.”
Jolin nodded and trailed behind Oscar obediently. They both avoided the infrared light that the Walker
family had set up outside the house as part of their security system and left. Outside, Jolin gazed at
Oscar's back silently. She pondered briefly before asking, “Boss, shouldn't you be sleeping with Mrs.
Clinton at this hour?”
Oscar shot her a pointed look. “Jolin, you have no right to interfere in my business.”
Jolin couldn't understand what Oscar was getting at. She couldn't help but feel indignant on Amelia's
behalf. Mrs. Clinton has sacrificed a lot for this family. She is pretty, sensible, and knows when to back
off instead of stressing others. I thought they were the most loving couple in the world. They made me
believe in true love. Can't true love last forever? Will it burst soon like a bubble?
The more Jolin thought about it, the more indignant she got. She couldn't help but demand, “Boss,
have you fallen in love with Ms. Walker? She may have a better figure than Mrs. Clinton, but other than
that, she is no match for Mrs. Clinton. How could you do this to your wife? You love her dearly, don't
you?” A flash of confusion appeared in Oscar's eyes when he heard what Jolin had to say. He didn't know
why he had come after Jolin. After overhearing the conversation between Jolin and Amelia in the
kitchen, he couldn't stop himself from coming after Jolin. Deep down, he didn't want to see Isabella
getting hurt. However, he wasn't in love with Isabella. The woman he had always loved was Amelia.
Yet, he couldn't understand why he had followed Jolin to the Walker residence.
A flurry of scenes from the past that shouldn't have happened kept replaying themselves in his mind
today as though they were scenes from a movie. He wanted to take a better look at them, but they
flashed past too quickly.
His head was aching, no thanks to the scenes, when suddenly a woman's face appeared in his mind.
He immediately recognized her as Isabella. However, he didn't even know what happened to him.
I am abnormal now. I think I need to see a doctor soon or risk getting schizophrenia.
“Don't tell Amelia about what happened today. I don't want her to get things wrong,” Oscar said after
tamping down the suspicions in his heart.
Jolin hung her head low and said nothing.
Oscar narrowed his eyes and gave her a warning look. “Jolin, don't forget that I am your boss.”
A chill ran down Jolin's spine as she finally remembered her position.
“Boss, I'm just worried that Mrs. Clinton will be upset to learn that you came to the Walker residence
late at night. I don't understand why you followed me here. You used to despise the Walkers. Why didyou—”
“Jolin, you've crossed the line. Go home.”
Jolin swallowed her words and lowered her head. “Yes, Boss.”
She returned to her car and drove back home, and so did Oscar. However, none of them knew that
there was another car parked in the forest. Inside the car was Amelia, who was holding Tony in her
arms, and Kurt.
Kurt glanced at a silent Amelia through the rearview mirror. In a low voice, he asked, “Amelia, are you
all right?”
Forcing a smile, Amelia responded, “Not that good. So this is how it feels to see one's husband
showing up at one's love rival's house. It really hurts.”
Feeling bad for her, Kurt said, “Amelia, you can cry if you want to. You don't have to pretend in front of
me.”
Amelia shook her head. “Why would I cry? This little matter won't break me down. I managed to hang
on despite losing my eyesight and getting a divorce from Oscar a few years ago. If Oscar did cheat on
me and had an affair with Isabella, I'll give them my blessing. I am lucky to get to reunite with him.
There's nothing to complain about.”
Kurt's lips quirked up as he said, “Amelia, you're still as different as ever. Everyone is worried about
you, but you managed to convince yourself. I admire you. To be honest, I am not sure I can act like
you.” He still couldn't forget her and admired her for her frankness. Amelia chuckled. “Let's go back.”
Kurt bobbed his head and drove back home.
Arriving at the neighborhood, he parked the car and asked, “Amelia, what is your plan?”
Amelia contemplated briefly before revealing, “I'll talk to Oscar directly. It's not like me to keep things a
secret. If he has fallen in love with someone else, I'll give them my blessings. If it is the contrary, I'll ask
him why he paid her a visit tonight. If this is all Isabella's doing, I won't forgive her, ever.”
“Amelia, should I—”
Before Kurt could finish, Amelia shook her head. “No. Oscar has caught Jolin, so there's no need for
you to go to Isabella now. I'll talk to Oscar first.”
Kurt nodded in response.
Amelia held Tony in her arms and got out of the car. Kurt followed behind her to see her upstairs.
When Amelia turned the doorknob, the door creaked open. It wasn't locked.
She turned over her shoulder and said, “You can go now, Kurt.”
Kurt shot her a worried look, but he nodded and turned to leave.
Inside, Amelia switched on the light to see Oscar sitting on the couch. The man lifted his head to lookat her. When their eyes met, Amelia suddenly relaxed.
“Oscar.” She went over to him with Tony in her arms.
Oscar got to his feet and gave her a long look before he took Tony from her.
Amelia lifted her head and asked calmly, “Oscar, aren't you going to ask where I brought Tony?”