Too Much to Bear, My Love - Season 1 Episode 92

Amelia tried to change the subject. “Mr. Clinton, if you aren’t hungry, I’ll just pack all this food up.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Oscar asked, gripping her hand.

With a sigh, Amelia placed her silverware down. “Do you wish there was something wrong with me?”

“Don’t lie to me. No one will dare bully you while I’m here.”

“The only one who bullies me around here is you, Mr. Clinton.”

Oscar fell silent.

“I’m fine, really.” Amelia sighed again. “I got a call from a friend earlier who told me one of his relatives had passed away. I had spoken to that same relative only a few days ago, and now he’s gone.”

Oscar looked at her sharply. “How did he contact you if your phone’s at home?”

Amelia froze, her mouth agape. In her hurry to come up with an excuse, she had completely forgotten about her phone. And Oscar saw through her immediately.

The corners of Oscar’s mouth turned up slightly as he playfully pinched her cheek. “That’s it. No more lies in the future. Always remember to think before you speak.”

Amelia bit her lip and said nothing.

Seeing her so subdued, Oscar felt a little sorry for her. “You’re not filthy. My words yesterday were unnecessarily harsh. Mom said you shouldn’t get riled up while pregnant. It wouldn’t be good for the baby.”

A look of disappointment flashed across Amelia’s face. After a while, she finally asked, “Mr. Clinton, are you forgiving me only because your mom made you do so?”

It was Oscar’s turn to avoid the subject as he gestured at the food in front of them. “Didn’t you say you were hungry? Eat up before the food gets cold.”

Amelia beamed a brilliant smile at Oscar. “Regardless of your reason, I’m very grateful and glad that you’ve forgiven me. So thank you, Mr. Clinton. I shall continue to put in my best efforts in our very complicated marriage.”

“Let’s eat.”

Amelia started to dig into the food. She stopped mid-way to scoop a spoonful of it and brought it to Oscar’s lips. “How about this, Mr. Clinton? If you eat this, we’ll agree to let bygones be bygones. We won’t bring up the photos again either.”

Oscar glanced at her before accepting the food.

Happy moments like these were rare for them. After the meal, Oscar called his mother to tell her not to come over that night. He reassured her that he would take good care of Amelia.

Olivia was more than happy at the sound of that. But as all mothers do, she re-emphasized the need for Amelia to be well taken care of before she hung up.

“Did the doctor say when you can be discharged?” Oscar asked while peeling an orange for Amelia.

“Tomorrow, I guess.”

them were chatting like good friends. It was a moment where they could set aside talks of

this was the first time

Oscar nodded.

Clinton, earlier Ms. Yard called looking for you. You should probably

something to you?” Oscar replied. He finally understood why Amelia had been feeling low. She had

mentioned that the two of you will be getting married soon. Congratulations, Mr. Clinton. As for the wedding,

Cassie’s words. Even if we do get the divorce, I will still take good care of you and our

she lay in bed, Amelia couldn’t help but reach out for Oscar’s hand. “Mr. Clinton, no matter what happens to us, I just want to let you know how grateful I am for you,” Amelia said earnestly. “You

held her gaze as he listened

Oscar felt especially moved after

and caressed Amelia’s face tenderly. “Are you

with me? Our child and I both need you,” Amelia pleaded as she nuzzled into his

his hand over her eyes. “Go to bed. I’ll stay

bed. “Why don’t you join me in bed, Mr.

when his phone rang. Talk about

he quickly recovered. “Let me answer this call. I’ll

call, and the thought of it upset her. A call

like her relationship with Oscar was making progress, Cassie would undoubtedly butt in to remind her

covers up and did not

walking out with his phone to

how was the

a little upset that you’ve stood me up twice today. How are you going to make it

well. It’s late now, so you

You aren’t coming over now?”

still got work to do. Be good and sleep

on the other end. After a while, he heard Cassie’s muffled sobs. “Oz, why have you been so cold to

love for you has never changed. Work has been so busy that I haven’t had time to spend

Women tend to be more suspicious and sensitive, especially when it concerns the men they love. It was wrong of me to break off our wedding in the past and

been really busy with work. I’m sorry I’ve neglected you. Once I’m less busy,

tirade. “When will that be, Oz? Give me a date. I may be understanding, but you’ve stood me up so many times I can’t help but worry. Your attitude towards me has changed so fast overnight, and

his beck and call. He could put up with the occasional willfulness from the women he loved, but he still expected them to generally be obedient. However, Cassie was right about his change in attitude towards her. He had been feeling less tolerant of her behavior. Even his desire for her

for the

said, when I’m less busy at work, we’ll go on a

be good, and I do just that. But being good doesn’t mean I can allow you to neglect me. I’m from a respectable family, and I do well in my studies and work. But

replied, “Cassie, I know you’ve become more sensitive since getting pregnant. I promise I will marry you. It’s just that Amelia is also pregnant, and my mom would never approve of me

Cassie didn’t mince her words now. “Oz, I don’t want my baby to be seen as an illegitimate child. You shouldn’t have hit on me if you didn’t have strong feelings for me. And now, in just a few short months, you’re treating me with such indifference. If your love for me has changed, tell me, and I’ll stop pestering you. But that also means I may no longer want this child.”

Oscar pulled his hair in frustration. “Stop this, Cassie. Even if I did get my divorce now, I wouldn’t be able to marry you immediately. You should have anticipated this blowback when you broke off our wedding previously. My mom used to love you so much, but now she has no desire to want you as her daughter-in-law. As long as you can’t get my mom’s approval, she wouldn’t care even if you had the baby. In her eyes, he’d still be an illegitimate child. If you really want to go ahead with an abortion, be my guest. I don’t like dealing with aggressive women.”

Cassie remained silent for a moment, only to burst into tears again. Oscar was annoyed by it, but he also started to feel bad.

Even though his feelings for her have become less intense, Cassie was still the woman he had loved for years. Now that she was pregnant with his child and bawling over the phone, he didn’t have the heart to continue staying mad at her.

“Cassie, be good. Stop crying.”

“Oz, I just wanted to know if you still care about me. But judging by the way you’ve been treating me, could it be that you don’t love me anymore? I didn’t mean it when I said I didn’t want the baby. I only said it in a fit of anger so I could get your attention,” Cassie whimpered.

Oscar listened in silence.

“Oz, come over, please? I’m so scared now. I’m scared that you might no longer want me, I’m scared that our child won’t be delivered safely, I’m so scared of everything. Please? Can you come over?” Cassie begged between sobs.

Oscar heaved a deep sigh. “Alright, I’ll be right over.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you. Oz, don’t stand me up this time.”

Oscar hung up the phone wordlessly.

He stood outside Amelia’s ward for a long time before going back in hesitantly. She was already tucked in and sound asleep. She didn’t even stir when he nudged her.

Oscar whispered in her ear, “Amelia, wake up.”

Amelia opened her eyes to see Oscar right beside her. “Done with the call?”

“Go back to sleep. I’ll be here,” Oscar said as he patted her head.

“Mr. Clinton, you can leave if there’s something you need to tend to. I’ll be fine alone here.”

After giving it some thought, Oscar agreed to it. “Alright, I’ll head out for a bit. I’ll be back in two hours.”

“Mr. Clinton, you don’t have to come back if you’re busy. I’ll return to the company after getting discharged tomorrow,” Amelia said, closing her eyes.

“Are you angry?”

Amelia shook her head. “Get on with your work Mr. Clinton. You don’t have to shuffle to and fro,” she mumbled, her voice devoid of any emotion.

“You really are angry, aren’t you?”