Too Much to Bear My Love

Taking in a deep breath, Faye continued, “Amelia, are you still holding a grudge for what I’ve done back

then? This is just how I protect my son as his mother, that’s all. Carter was young back then, and he was

at the age where he should be focusing on his career, not women. That’s why I set you up to leave him.

Let me apologize to you about that now.”

Amelia continued eating her food, unperturbed her words. There was no way she would believe that

Faye was sincerely apologizing to her.

After all, people rarely changed; Faye had resorted to violence before approaching her under the guise

of guilt.

“Mrs. Scott, speak your mind. Honestly, it seems like you feel awkward putting on this front, and it looks

unnatural to us too,” Tiffany exposed.

Having been continuously attacked by Tiffany verbally, Faye was beginning to scowl.

Wiping her mouth with her handkerchief again, Faye asked, “Are you done eating?”

Pointing at the barely touched dishes, Tiffany voiced, “Mrs. Scott, I’m sure you see those too, but you’re

asking if we’re done? Just speak what’s on your mind.” Once you’re done, you can get lost.

As she remained seated, she said, “Finish your meal first. Once you’re done, we’ll have some tea.”

Thus, Amelia and Tiffany stopped bothering themselves with her and began focusing on their food.

Watching the two enjoy their food, Faye’s scowl deepened.

She hated the scent of stew, and the smell of it in the restaurant was pungent to her. She was born with

a golden spoon, and she had been exposed to the wealthy, meticulous lifestyle since young. A noisy

restaurant like this was a place she would never step in willingly.

Faye did not know whether Amelia and Tiffany were doing it intentionally or not, but they took two and a

half hours before finishing it. Every time Faye was about to say something, Tiffany would retort, “You can

leave first if you have something else to do.”

Thus, Faye could do nothing but suppress her anger.

When they finally finished eating, Faye ran out of the restaurant, unable to stand the scent any second

longer. At that, Tiffany crowed, “You brought it upon yourself. I hate rich women like you. You obviously

hate ordinary places like these, but you keep pretending as if you don’t care. Your very presence is

affecting my appetite.”

Amelia was silent as she raised a brow at Tiffany’s sparkling clean plate.

“Let’s go. At the end of the day, she’s still someone we should respect. We’ll only trouble Carter in the

end if we keep her waiting any longer,” Amelia suggested.

Tiffany frowned.

After exiting the restaurant, Amelia asked, “Mrs. Scott, is there somewhere you’d like to go?”

She replied, “I’ve made a reservation a moment ago. We’ll take my car there.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Scott, for your goodwill, but we have our own car. You can drive ahead of us, and we’ll

just follow behind you.”

Faye agreed easily, for she was only offering a ride out of courtesy.

After Faye entered her car, Amelia and Tiffany entered theirs as well.

After arriving at their destination, Tiffany carefully helped Amelia down from the car. Lifting her head to

look at the place, Tiffany scoffed. “Rich people are so extra. Why do we need to come to a luxurious club

like this just for a talk?”

Amelia agreed.

Although she had married into the Clintons and became the wife of someone wealthy, places where the

average people roamed were the places she preferred; a luxurious club like this was not something she

enjoyed. If there was no need for her to socialize with others, she would rather be at home for mealtimes

and reading time.

At that thought, she realized she was quite the recluse. As she looked sexy, everyone thought she would

be one to frequent nightclubs. Yet, what she actually liked was to spend her time at home. Sometimes,

she would even ask her friend over for a meal or a movie.

After entering the club, Faye said to Tiffany, “Ms. Winters, I’ve booked a room for you, and you can eat

and drink by yourself there. I want to talk with Amelia.”

Shielding Amelia behind her, Tiffany questioned, “What are you planning to talk to her about that you

don’t want me to hear?”

By now, Faye was burning in rage.

Patting Tiffany’s hand, Amelia told her, “Tiff, have a stroll around. I’ll call you and come to you later.”

“Call me if anything happens,” Tiffany replied, feeling anxious.

Amelia nodded.

After Tiffany left, Faye’s mood seemed to improve a little. “Let’s go.”

When the two entered the room, Faye handed her bag to the server and instructed, “Brew us some tea.”

“Please give me a moment, Mrs. Scott,” the server answered.

After the server left, Faye coldly uttered, “Amelia, I’m here for my dumb son again. I don’t know how you

came into contact with him again, but I have to admit that you’re a smart one. Your reappearance has

made him pine for you all day and night again. Back then, I dropped the corporate espionage charges on

you on behalf of him, thinking that you won’t contact him anymore. Yet, five years later, here you are

again. Tell me. What do you want?”

Amelia was amused by her words.

Hence, she laughed out loud. “Mrs. Scott, you don’t need to overthink this. I have my own family now,

and a third member will join the family soon. My family will have a normal but sweet life, and I’ll barely be

in contact with Carter.”

Folding her arms, Faye responded, “I hope you don’t misunderstand my words. I know that you’re now

the daughter-in-law of the Clintons, so Carter isn’t someone on par with your status anymore. However,

Carter still loves you dearly as ever, so could you please block his number? Don’t respond to any of his

messages nor calls. Anything you ask for — as long as I can do it — I’ll agree to it.”

“Mrs. Scott, are you trying to get rid of me with money just like what you did five years ago?”

“Now that you’re married into the Clintons, I’m sure money isn’t something you’re short of. However, if

you still want it, I can give it to you. Take it as if you’re putting yourself in my shoes. You’ll be giving birth

to your baby in a few more months, so I’m sure you’ll understand what it means to be a mother worrying

for her son.”

“Mrs. Scott, I understand that you love your son, but Carter and I are just good friends. I’m sorry, but I

can’t agree to blocking him and no longer contacting him.”

Faye grimaced. “Amelia, you’re young and beautiful, so it’s understandable that you’re a little greedier.

However, everyone frowns upon the act of sailing on two boats. Moreover, the Clintons aren’t idiots. If

they find out that you’ve been with another man, I’m sure they won’t be feeling joyous at all.”

A polite smile was still on Amelia’s lips as she said, “Mrs. Scott, Carter and I are just friends. We used to

be, we still are, and we’ll always be. For you to ask me to cut ties with a friend seems a little too

inappropriate.”

“What do you want?” Faye snarled.

Right as Amelia was about to reply to her, someone knocked on the door, and the server entered. “Mrs.

Scott, the tea is ready.”

Faye nodded.

The server then served the tea and poured it for both Faye and Amelia.

“Mrs. Scott, Ms. Winters, please enjoy.” With that said, the server retreated from the room.

Taking the teacup up to elegantly take a sip, Faye then continued, “Amelia, I admit that you’re an

intelligent woman. Name your terms. As long as I don’t find them too absurd, I’ll agree to them.”

Amelia smiled as she sipped on her own tea. “Mrs. Scott, Carter and I are just normal friends. If you

insist to assume that we’re more than that, then there isn’t anything I can do about it.”

“Amelia, as you have said, you have your own family, and I’m sure you don’t want to ruin it, do you? If so,

why don’t you cut ties with Carter? As long as you’re around, Carter can never forget about you. I was

the one who wronged you back then, but can you let my son off on behalf of the fact that you’re a mother

too?”

Amelia was at a loss about whether she should laugh or roll her eyes at Faye.

There was absolutely nothing between Carter and her, but Faye insisted that the two of them were in an

affair. Back then, even when the two were not a couple, Faye had still done the unbelievable to set her

up; she had not minded selling her trade secrets to another company to achieve her goal by making her

own company’s stocks plummet.

“Mrs. Scott, we’ve been unable to compromise for this issue five years ago, and I don’t think we’ll ever be

able to. I still have some things to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave first,” Amelia informed as she stood

up.

Slamming her right hand loudly on the table, Faye yelled, “Stop right there!”

“Mrs. Scott, is there something else?”

“Amelia, I’m trying not to humiliate you right now, but you’re refusing my kind act. If you don’t cut ties with

Carter, I’ll send your old photos with Carter to the Clintons. Although the two of you weren’t a couple

back then, you still have many intimate photos together. What do you think the Clintons would feel when

they see those photos?”

Amelia cast a glacial look at her. “Mrs. Scott, the two of us have nothing to do with each other, and

shouldn’t it be great that it stays that way? Why do you have to force me to the edge of the cliff?”

Faye sneered. “If you didn’t contact my Carter, I wouldn’t have come to you.”

At the peak of her fury, Amelia barked out a laugh. “Mrs. Scott, sometimes, I find you ridiculous—you

always pin something I haven’t done on me.”

After a pause, she continued, “Mrs. Scott, since we’re unable to reach mutual understanding, if you don’t

want your son to be in contact with me anymore, tell him. If he doesn’t contact me, I won’t initiate contact

with him either. Mrs. Scott, I have something else to do, so I’ll be leaving first. Goodbye.”

With those words said, she turned and left.

After exiting the room, Amelia called Tiffany. “Tiff, let’s go.”

The two met outside of the club.

After the two entered the car, Tiffany asked, “What did you and that old woman talk about?”

Amelia then briefly retold Tiffany her conversation with Faye.

Upon hearing her recollection, Tiffany was so furious that she smacked her steering wheel and hissed,

“This d*mn woman! She’s beyond shameless. I can’t believe those words could come out of her mouth.”

Amused, Amelia muttered, “I’m not even angry, so why are you so mad?”

At that, Tiffany spun around to shoot her a glare. “She’s already so mean to you. Why are you still

smiling? I don’t know whether your head is too far up in the clouds or you’re too much of a goody-two-

shoes.”

Amelia only smiled in response.

“No. I have to tell Carter about this. Let him see what kind of a person his mother is. This woman is a

bully! Carter should be the only one who can do something about her.”

Hearing her words, Amelia shook her head. “Tiff, there’s no need to do that.”

“Babe, she’s already bullying you. Why do you have to be so kind toward her? Are you trying to send me

to an early death by infuriating me?”

“Tiff, you’ve got to calm down first.”

Despite Amelia’s words, Tiffany was still huffing in anger.

Hearing Tiffany’s silence, Amelia continued, “Tiff, so what if you tell Carter? He’ll go home to fight with his

mother, and I’ll become the culprit for ruining their relationship. Even if their relationship is ruined, it can’t

be because of me. I don’t want to be the scapegoat for this. I have nothing to do with them, and I don’t

want them to affect my life.”

So Amelia’s not a goody-two-shoes. She just doesn’t want to waste her time on someone irrelevant.