Too Much to Bear, My Love - Season 1 Episode 82

Amelia cut him off. “Mr. Scott, if you have nothing else for me, I’m heading back to work.”

Carter could only nod.

Amelia headed back to the design department with the envelope in her hands. As if sensing her unhappy mood, Jessica didn’t pounce on Amelia for gossip but instead showed her a gesture of encouragement.

At noon, Jessica said spontaneously, “Amelia, lunch today is on me instead of your treat; I’ll call for delivery, and we can have lunch in the office. What do you think?”

This millennial is pretty caring, after all. I mean, she gossips a bit too much and knows way too many things for her own good. Plus, she tends to blurt out anything on her mind. But it’s moments of kindness like these that really touch my heart.

“Thank you, Jessica.”

“Let’s skip these formalities, shall we? Sometimes I feel like I’m the older sister taking care of you even though you’re a few years older than me.” Jessica ordered delivery and plonked herself down in front of Amelia to chat.

“Amelia, are you ok? You look kind of absent-minded the whole morning,” asked Jessica softly.

Amelia shook her head and laughed humorlessly. “I’m ok. What a rare occasion it is to see our Jessica all grown-up and showing concern towards others.”

Jessica flung her hand away lightly and pouted. “Amelia, I’m really worried about you. If you’re going to patronize me like this, I’m going to be angry.”

Amelia made a gesture of surrender. “I know you mean well, but I’m really ok. I’m just having some problems at home; I’m sure they’ll be settled soon.”

Jessica grabbed her hand and said suddenly, “Amelia, I think you’re actually having a hard time. You’re so beautiful, yet the sadness that clouds over your gaze can’t fool anyone.”

Amelia was stunned for a moment before she recovered with a laugh. “You sweet little thing! Just out of school, and you’re suddenly a relationship expert like everyone else? I’m grateful for your concern, but as I said, I’m really ok. I’m busy thanks to my baby; when my son’s born, I’ll make you his god aunt.”

“Amelia, why are you so biased? I should at least get to be the godmother.”

“I’m sorry, but someone else has reserved that honor, so you can only have the next best option.”

“Who is she? Bring her here and I’ll fight her for the spot.”

Amelia’s mood improved immensely after that chat. With someone as cheerful as Jessica, it’s pretty hard to stay upset.

After suffering through the day of work, Amelia began packing her things to leave. As she exited the design department, she bumped into Jennifer. Possibly due to the photos, Amelia felt a grudge towards Jennifer. You scheming witch! The things you’d do to fulfill your wishes disgust me.

Jennifer stopped in front of her and said softly, “Amelia, your charisma must be out-of-this-world. Does it make you feel exceptionally accomplished to be leading two men on a merry chase?”

Amelia stared at her calmly. “Ms. Larson, sometimes it’s best not to force others into a dead end, or you might find yourself receiving the bad karma you deserve.”

Jennifer’s lips curved up in a chilling smile. “Look how sharp your words are; I don’t understand how so many men are bewitched by you.”

my charm, I suppose. Since you don’t have it, I guess you can only bow down

expression twisted

nothing more to say, then I’m getting off work. I have dinner plans and won’t stay

disdainfully. “You really can’t tear yourself away from men, can

walked

her gaze across Amelia. She hmphed loudly before stomping

car out of the basement

the latter’s neighborhood. “Tiff, I’ll be there in

get me some cream on your way up?

“Got it.”

up the phone and reached Tiffany’s neighborhood soon after. She remembered to get a carton of cream before

door. The door was opened quickly, and she was met with an enthusiastic hug

Laughing, she

immediately noticed the envelope in Amelia’s

just some photos; I’ll

after dinner to see the photos? I

I’m hungry. Surely you don’t want to starve your

kitchen and brought out all the food she’d prepared. Served on the table was a spread of delectable dishes and a pot of beef

a huge show of looking like she was starving. “Tiff, your

for you,” replied Tiffany as she ladled a bowl of stew for Amelia. “Have some of this. I cooked it in the pressure cooker for hours.

eyed her suspiciously. “Why are you so hardworking today? Say it, are you planning

rolled her eyes. “What could I be scheming?

you drugged the feast, and you’re planning to have your way with

a show of puking.

and ate

continuously, Amelia managed to

almost finished the entire feast Tiffany

appetite’s really grown. The baby might be shocked

“All the nutrients are going

make sure you’re replenishing your nutrients properly. It’s great

washing the dishes, Tiffany dried her hands and

Amelia nodded.

into anger. She looked at Amelia and asked, “Amelia,

a brief explanation of the

that Jennifer? I could care less about how stuck-up she is, but what gives her the right to send a photographer to follow you? You always get bullied like this because you’re too kind. Just wait, I’ll get someone to teach her a lesson

to deal with it. She has her own plans, but I’m not a softie who’ll just let anyone

wouldn’t be bullied so badly. Watching you like this is bad

Amelia just smiled.

Exasperated, Tiffany started massaging her forehead. “You can still smile at a time like this; you must really want my blood to boil over.”

“Calm down, prenatal education is really important. If you’re spouting crude language, your godson might become a ruffian when he’s born.”

“Pfft,” Tiffany scoffed while rolling her eyes. “Here you are, changing the subject when we’re on proper topics. How do you plan to deal with these photos?”

Amelia’s smile faded slightly. “I’ll burn them.”

“She has the originals; what use is it to burn the photos? Maybe you should start worrying about Oscar’s reaction when he finds out about them?”

Amelia shrugged and smiled bitterly. “If he knows, he knows. Do you think Oscar cares about these photos?”

Tiffany rolled her eyes again. “Baby, do not underestimate how possessive men can get. You may be in a contractual marriage, but you are still his wife in the eyes of the law. Do you think a man can put up with the discovery of being cheated on?”

Amelia hugged her knees. “Tiff, what should I do?”

“Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist,” Tiffany said with a serious face.

Amelia rolled her eyes. “Tiff, you write novels for a living. Can’t your brain come up with something more normal?”

“Writing novels already requires boundless imagination; did you think my brain could ever come up with something normal?” Tiffany shot back.

Amelia fell silent.

Indeed, I can’t use a layman’s mindset to limit someone like Tiffany.

“Back to the topic,” Tiffany replied seriously. “I think you should meet with Tiffany regarding the photos. She wants Carter, and you’re Oscar’s wife; these things are supposed to be unrelated in the first place. As long as the situation is cleared up, it should be fine.”

Amelia didn’t share Tiffany’s optimism.

Tiffany sat down beside her and tossed the photos on a nearby table. “Amelia, what sort of person is Jennifer? I need to know how she’s like so I can teach her a proper lesson.”

Amelia pondered her question. “Stylish, beautiful, and competent at work. She’s probably a woman who represents the pinnacle of glamour in the 21st century. Then again, it might be because she’s been used to getting what she wants since she was young. She habitually takes anything she wants by force.

Tiffany sneered. “Someone like this can be taught multiple lessons, and she would still deserve what she got.”

Amelia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Tiff, that’s the harsh reality. Heiresses like her will never be punished for anything. She has money, power, and high social status. As long as she’s not too overboard, she will always get what she wants.”

“Well, she’s gone way overboard now. I’m pretty sure bad karma’s coming her way soon.”

Well, I don’t know if bad karma will strike Jennifer, but if these photos end up in front of Oscar, I won’t even know what sort of trouble I’m in for.