Too Much to Bear, My Love - Season 2 Episode 2

“Don’t worry. I won’t do such an unnecessary thing. Amelia already has her own family and children,” Tiffany said.

“Good to hear that.”

After Carter left the car, Tiffany drove off.

Shakily, Carter went upstairs. After entering his house, instead of heading to the bathroom, he fell asleep on the couch.

It was a silent night.

The next morning at ten, Tiffany called Amelia, saying, “Babe, are you awake?”

“I am.”

“The weather seems good today, so let’s shop. You should take more strolls while your stomach isn’t that big yet. It’ll be good for you.”

“All right.”

“Let’s meet at Pearl Plaza at eleven. We’ll have lunch before we shop.”

“Sure.”

Around eleven, the two met up at Pearl Plaza.

Giving Amelia a huge hug, Tiffany chuckled, “Babe, did the little sweetheart in your tummy annoy you last night?”

Amelia shook her head.

After giving Amelia a once-over and realizing she seemed well and in a good mood, Tiffany teased, “Babe, be honest with me. Did something good happen to you last night? Look at how happy you look. You look as if love has entered your life.”

Tapping her forehead, Amelia laughed, “You must have written too many novels for you to think that.”

Tiffany laughed along with her.

“Babe, what do you want to eat today?”

“Let’s have stew. I’ve been craving to have it today.”

“Look at you and your meager requests. All right, since your sweetheart baby wants it too, we’ll have stew today.”

Tiffany booked the reservation for them before they headed toward the restaurant.

Right as the two sat down, Amelia’s phone rang. It was a call from an unfamiliar number.

Tiffany asked, “Who is

her head. “I don’t

by taking her phone and ending the call. “Since you don’t know the number, don’t pick it up. It’ll

Amelia nodded.

and she reached out toward the other woman. “Tiff, hand me my phone. I’m thinking that someone

back from Tiffany, Amelia then accepted the call. “Hello, may I know who this

Carter’s mother. We’ve met several times a few years ago. Do you remember

thought that she would receive a call from Faye nearly five years later. Faye’s voice was a reminder of the nightmare she once

she became the supposed traitor of her company — they accused her of having conducted corporate espionage. Back then, she was nearly imprisoned. All of her pain back then was

down the fear growing in her heart. Calmly, she uttered, “Hello, Mrs. Scott. May I know why you’re

she stared at Amelia’s phone. Then, she gritted out, “Amelia, hand me the

a look, signaling her to stay silent. She then said, “Mrs. Scott, is there

to invite you to a meal; I have some things to talk to you about,” Faye

eating with my friend right now. I don’t think I can accept

fresh in her mind, so she did not want

your friend. Just tell me your address, and

with you around while we eat. What about this instead? I’ll be

can eat with your friend. Although I’m much older than you, I can

continue rejecting Faye, it would seem

the address

asked, “She’s coming

Amelia nodded.

seethed, “Can’t she feel a little more shameful about what she’s doing? She’s

be angry. It’s been a long while since then. I’ll only be making

Scotts were crossing the line back then! They nearly forced us to a dead end. If you didn’t meet Oscar and had a contractual marriage with him, you might now be in jail. I’ve never seen such a lowly, despicable person like her. I wish I could spit on each and every one

getting mad at them? It’s not worth it. We won’t come into contact with them as frequently in the future, so don’t worry. We’re just having lunch with

faces. I have no idea how you’ve got such great patience for them to have agreed for her to join us for the meal. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

so it’s meaningless for me to feel angry at her. Moreover, they won’t know that

could only glare at her friend, who always came up with all sorts

It isn’t worth it to feel angry for

to furiously order dozens

she entered with her branded bag

toward Amelia and Tiffany’s table, she sat down without needing any prompting from either of them. “Why did you feel like eating stew? The smell here in this restaurant is pungent. Even if you’re hungry, you should be going to a higher-end

we’re no rich lady like Mrs. Scott. If you

are…? You look familiar, but

Scott, your memory isn’t that best, is it? My life was affected by what you’ve done back then, too,” Tiffany mocked. “But it’s fine. Mrs. Scott seems familiar with doing those unsightly

voiced, “Oh, now I remember. You’re

Winters. I hope Mrs. Scott doesn’t have the tendency to change other

let out

“Mrs. Scott, may I know why you’re looking for me?” Amelia asked, returning to the original topic.

With a fake, vague smile, Faye replied, “Nothing much, really. I just heard from Carter that you’re now working in his company, so I’ve come to meet you. After all, it’s been almost five years since we last met.”

At that, Amelia responded, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Scott. I’ve left Mr. Scott’s company, and we rarely contact each other. Moreover, I’m married, and I have a kid, so it’s impossible for Mr. Scott and I to still be in contact. Rest assure.”

Faye let out another feigned chuckle. “Amelia, I think you must have misunderstood me. I’m just here to have a look at you. I hope I’m not disrupting you.”

Hearing those words from Faye, a disgusted look crept upon Tiffany’s face, and she suddenly lost her appetite for the stew that was just served.

“Mrs. Scott, speak your mind. You look so unconvincing, and I’m losing my appetite just by hearing your voice.” Tiffany mocked.

Faye’s expression darkened as she said, “I didn’t think that Ms. Winters would become snippier after not meeting for a few years.”

“Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Scott, but I’d like to let you know that I’m only snippy toward people I don’t really like. My brain turns on that mode by itself whenever I’m looking at someone I dislike.”

Faye’s expression darkened even more.

Meanwhile, Amelia stayed silent and stirred the stew, she asked, “Mrs. Scott, would you like me to leave the cilantro in?”

As she pulled her bowl closer to herself, Faye responded, “No thanks.”

Amelia nodded and scooped a spoonful of stew for Faye, avoiding the cilantro. “Mrs. Scott, please help yourself to it. Since you still remember me, I hope you’ll have a happy lunch today.”

As she stirred her bowl, Faye asked, “Amelia, your stomach still looks quite flat. How many months pregnant are you now?”

“Around six to seven.”

“Soon, then. Have you checked whether it’s a boy?” Faye queried, seemingly caring. No one would have thought a woman like her had been the one to have done such terrible things to Amelia back then.

“No. I’ll like my baby regardless of whether it’s a boy or a girl.”

“That’s what you say, but the Clintons only have Oscar. I’m sure they hope his first child would be a son. Why don’t you have a checkup? I know some people in the hospital. Would you like me to make arrangements?” Faye offered maliciously.

Before Amelia could say anything, Tiffany put down her spoon with a loud noise and glared at her. “Mrs. Scott, what do you mean by this?”

Instead of turning aggressive, Faye feigned a smile. “Ms. Winters, don’t be mistaken. I’m just concerned. After all, if Amelia gives birth to a son for her first child, it would make her status rise among the Clintons. Am I not right?”

The corner of Tiffany’s lips curled as she jeered, “I’m sure that’s the Scotts’ tradition. Do you abort the baby if it’s a girl? I do not doubt that you, Mrs. Scott, are more than capable of doing a horrendous thing like this.”

Faye’s facial features twisted in fury.

“Is this how Ms. Winters speaks to someone senior to her?”

“Not really. It’s dependent on who I’m talking to. This is how I usually talk to the bad people,” Tiffany retorted.