Love You Enough to Leave You novel Chapter 192

Love You Enough to Leave You Chapter 192

When everyone was gazing at the operating room anxiously, a phone started ringing out of nowhere.

Everyone present turned to the source of the sound, which was coming from Tiffany’s phone. The latter was apparently still in a daze.

When Olivia pointed at her bag, she snapped back to reality and dug her phone out. The name “Mr. Hisson” appeared on her phone’s screen.

Tiffany furrowed her brows instinctively. She had no idea why Derrick would be calling her at this hour. As Amelia was still in the operating room, she rejected the call without hesitation.

Instead of giving up, the man proceeded to call her five times in a row. In the end, Olivia said gently, “Tiffany, why don’t you answer the call? Perhaps it’s something urgent.”

Tiffany gave her an apologetic nod and walked away to a corner to answer the call.

She didn’t hide her displeasure when the call was connected. As such, the person at the other end of the line immediately sensed something was amiss.

“What’s wrong? Did someone bully you?” Derrick asked, his voice deep and charismatic.

Strangely, Tiffany felt her anxiety that she had been bottling up exploding instantly. In a choking voice, she responded, “I’m fine, Mr. Hisson. If it’s nothing important, I need to hang up now.”

“Wait. Where are you now? I’ll go over to you right away. Don’t lie to me. You know I’m capable of tracking you down,” Derrick demanded.

Tiffany had to reveal that she was at the Principal General Hospital.

Derrick didn’t expect to hear that answer from her, but he swiftly regained his composure and answered, “I’ll head over there now. Don’t worry, I’ll be right with you no matter what happened.”

With that, he hung up.

As the screen went dim, Tiffany felt herself loosening. She no longer felt suffocated.

Putting the phone back into her bag, she returned to the operating room. Upon seeing her, Olivia asked, “Who was it? Is it an urgent business?”

Shaking her head, Tiffany responded, “It’s a friend who thought I was at home and wanted to come and visit me. I said I wasn’t home and hung up.”

Olivia nodded and said nothing else.

The air tensed up promptly.

Derrick arrived around forty-five minutes later. When he strode over to Tiffany, it felt like there was a halo above his head, making him the limelight of the crowd.

“Are you hurt?” he came to Tiffany and asked in concern.

Tiffany merely stared at him emotionlessly. She didn’t know he would come this quickly.

“Y-You’re here?” Again, Tiffany became a stuttering mess in front of Derrick.

The man reached out to touch her cheek and repeated, “Are you hurt?”

It took Tiffany a while to reply, “I’m fine. It’s Amelia.”

Derrick frowned and looked at the operating room. “What happened to her?”

In response, Tiffany shook her head gloomily.

Clearing her throat, Olivia broke the silence. “Tiffany, who is this?”

It was only then did Tiffany realize they weren’t alone.

Her cheeks heated as she glared at Derrick, who replied calmly, “Hello. I’m Tiffany’s boss, Derrick Hisson. I’m her future boyfriend and husband.”

Tiffany jolted up in shock. What the hell is he talking about?

“Mr. Hisson, stop spouting nonsense!”

Derrick blinked. “But I’m being sincere here. Is that wrong?”

Tiffany couldn’t help but feel flustered.

Meanwhile, Olivia gave Derrick a surreptitious once-over. She had seen plenty of good-looking people in her life, but that didn’t stop her from marveling over Derrick’s stunning features.

Look at this hunk. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as handsome as him. Even Oscar, whom I’m proud of, isn’t his match.

She complimented, “Mr. Hisson, you’re a stunning man.”

Derrick flashed a polite grin. “Thank you for your compliment, Mrs. Clinton. And please, just call me Derrick.”

Olivia returned with a nod as a smile flitted across her lips.

“Derrick, now that we’ve been introduced to each other, I have a question for you. Are you going to court my goddaughter?” She went straight to the point.

Derrick tilted his head in confusion.

“I’ve just taken Tiffany to by my goddaughter, so I have the right to question her suitor,” Olivia explained.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Dr. Kane finally excused himself and left with the other doctors in tow.

Oscar followed Amelia back to her ward. Staring at an unconscious Amelia, he felt his heart squeezing in agony.

If possible, I’d like to bear the pain for her.

He went on his knees and placed her hand on his cheek. Immediately, he frowned upon realizing how cool her hand was. It felt like she was about to leave him any minute.

“You silly girl, when will you stop making me worried?” he asked in a low voice.

Olivia placed a hand on his shoulder. “Oscar, relax. James told us Amelia’s fine, right? She’ll wake up after getting enough rest.”

As Oscar buried his face in Amelia’s palm, he felt a myriad of emotions overwhelming him. His voice was muffled as he answered, “Mom, I’m fine. It’s late, so you and Dad should go home to rest. You must be exhausted after tonight’s events.”

He must be dying to spend some time alone with Amelia. At that thought, Olivia nodded.

“Alright. We’ll head back home, then. Can you take care of Amelia alone?” Olivia urged.

Oscar nodded solemnly.

“We’ll be off then. Call me if anything crops up.”

There was no reply from Oscar, so Olivia turned to her husband and Tiffany. “Let’s go. They need some alone time.”

They filed out of the ward.

Inside the ward, Oscar remained on his knees beside the bed. He looked up at Amelia and mumbled, “Woman, you look really ugly now. Look at how pale you are. You’re no longer the seductive woman I know. If you keep lying in bed, I’ll stop loving you. It will be a one-sided crush on your side, get it?”

However, there was no response from the sleeping Amelia.

Slowly, Oscar caressed her icy hand and continued, “Alright, that was just a joke. You’re pretty no matter what. Don’t you want to hear my confession? If you wake up, I’ll tell you the three words that you long to hear.”

Nothing came from Amelia.

Oscar brushed his fingers across her oxygen mask. “Have a good rest. I’ll confess my love for you when you recover. Since you want to lead a peaceful life, I shall try my best not to disappoint you.”

He stood up and unfolded a foldable chair. His body was too big for it, so he could only curl up into a ball, but that didn’t stop him from holding Amelia’s hand.

“Good night, woman. Sleep tight. I’ll be right by your side,” he whispered.