Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 515

Amelia got off work at six o'clock and walked out of the company with a group of people. Carter, who was waiting by his car, immediately got up and walked over. All of Amelia's colleagues looked at her.

She felt her forehead twitch. She was actually not very welcoming of Carter's appearance.

Laura's uproar caused many ripples in the company. Although Amelia's colleagues would not say anything in front of her because of her identity, people's hearts were unpredictable, and she had no way of sealing their lips. Gossip was a fearful thing. It could force a normal person to live as if they were skating on thin ice.

“Amelia,” Carter called, walking over.

All the colleagues looked at Amelia. Someone even laughed curiously. “Amelia, who's this handsome guy?”

Before she could answer, Carter politely said to them, “Hello, I'm Carter Scott, the owner of my own company. Amelia and I have the same alma mater, so we've known each other for a very long time. Since she's working at your company, please help me take good care of her.”

A realization struck the crowd, and one of them suddenly said, “So you're the famous Mr. Scott. Your fiancée's mother injured Amelia because of you. How do you plan to compensate her?”

Carter said appropriately, “That's just a misunderstanding. Amelia and I are only friends. If there really was something between us, we would've gotten together a long time ago. There's no need to wait for so many years. I came here today to apologize to her. Can I borrow Amelia from you all for a while? There are some things I want to make clear to her.”

Carter was so polite that the doubts in their hearts gradually disappeared.

“In that case, we'll go first, Amelia. You have a good chat with Mr. Scott.”

After they left, Carter said apologetically, “I'm sorry, Amelia.”

“Carter, there's really no need to be so polite. My injury has nothing to do with you, so I won't blame you for no reason. We'll become estranged if you keep doing this.” A trace of impatience flashed in Amelia's brows.

She could not seem to find the familiarity and cordiality that Carter and she had in the beginning. Even though they were standing together, she felt like there was a distance between them.

“Amelia, do you not want to see me?” Carter asked sensitively.

A strange fire welled up in Amelia for no reason. She did not know why the two of them were so entangled.

Before she could speak, a figure swiftly walked over and said in a sharp voice, “Amelia Winters, you vixen.”

Amelia was splashed with a glass of water before she could react, and her upper body was drenched.

“Amelia!” Carter snapped back to his senses and pulled Amelia behind him, glaring furiously at the culprit. When he saw who it was, his pupils widened, and he blurted out, “Mom, why are you here?”

Faye threw the cup in her hand to the ground and snapped at Carter. “Why can't I be here? You'd be ruined by this vixen again if I didn't come.”

The scene that Faye made attracted the white-collar workers who had just gotten off work and were coming down from the building. Some workers from other companies also could not help but be interested when they saw the drama unfolding.

Carter put his arm around Amelia to hide her face. He was afraid that she would be embarrassed if her colleagues saw her.

Amelia gently broke away from his embrace, raised her hand to flick the water droplets on her body, and walked past Carter. He subconsciously grabbed her hand and said, “Amelia, what are you doing?”

She simply pulled her hand back, walked to Faye, and said with a vague smile, “Mrs. Scott, it's been seven years. I thought you had become more mature, but it seems your IQ regressed as you got older instead.”

Being framed seven years ago and humiliated seven years later, Amelia felt like she could see history repeating itself. That panic of being surrounded by people back then made her unable to resist lumping her old grudges with her new ones.

Faye's expression became extraordinarily unpleasant when she was insulted like that by a junior.

“What did just you say?” Faye gnashed her teeth.

“I rest my case. Mrs. Scott, don't tell me that even your comprehension skills deteriorated due to old age,” Amelia said with a cold smile.

“You...” Faye raised her hand. However, just as she was about to swing it down, a strong force grabbed her and dragged her away.

She stumbled as she was dragged, saying wretchedly, “Stop, Carter! Are you planning to rip my arm off?”

Carter did not stop and simply shoved Faye into his car.

“Your clothes are drenched, and your forehead is injured. Do you think I'm dumb? Tell me. Who did it?” Tiffany looked furious. “Geez, woman, people really can't help but worry about you. You're going to make me die of anxiousness. Look, the gauze is wet. Don't let the wound get infected. Forget it. I'll take you to the hospital. Even if it's a small injury, you can't be sloppy about it.”

After saying that, Tiffany stuffed Amelia into her car like a whirlwind of anger, turned to Shane, and said, “I'll take Amelia away first. It's great that you're working in this company. Let's have a meal together tomorrow.”

“Sure.”

Looking at the car speeding away, Shane was caught between laughter and tears. Even after not seeing Tiffany for so many years, she's still as fiery as before. I wonder what man can hold onto someone as hot-blooded as her.

In the car, Amelia said, “Tiff, we don't have to go to the hospital. My injury really isn't serious.”

“Shut your mouth,” Tiffany said. “I was only away for a few days dealing with the Larsons, and this is what you've gotten yourself into. Can't you let me worry less while I'm away? I think you're even more difficult to handle than Derrick's mother.”

Amelia did not know whether to laugh or to cry. Tiffany made it sound like she was a disobedient little girl.

Tiffany took Amelia to the hospital and had the doctor re-bandage her before she was relieved.

After leaving the hospital and getting into the car, she said, “Let's have dinner together. Call Oscar and tell him to take care of Tony.”

Amelia indulged in Tiffany's wishes and made the call. After instructing Oscar, she hung up the phone, put it into her bag, and laughed. “Let's go.”

“You're laughing? I'm going to settle the score with you later,” Tiffany said viciously. However, she still carefully escorted Amelia to the car and put on the latter's seatbelt for her before going around to the driver's seat. Then, Tifanny got in and started the car.

Amelia could not help but say, “Tiff, you're acting like my mom.” After saying that, the smile on her face faded slightly, and she continued, “Wait, no. I don't think my mom ever treated me like this.”

The anger on Tiffany's expression slightly subsided as she said, “Stop! We're already grown up. It's not like we need to be breastfed. We can live even without a mother. We're going to eat now, so cheer up and don't affect my appetite. More importantly, don't try to change the subject. You'd better tell me honestly how you got that injury on your forehead, or it'll be my turn to teach you a lesson.”

Amelia only smiled and leaned on the passenger seat, feeling at ease. When she relaxed, she ended up falling asleep in the car.

Tiffany glanced at her and turned up the air conditioning attentively, worried that Amelia would catch a cold while asleep.