Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 860

Chapter 854

After taking care of Amelia and Tony, Olivia gave Isabella a call.

“Isabella, what will it take for you to leave Oscar?” she asked straightforwardly the moment Isabella answered the phone.

“My love for Oscar is true, Aunt Olivia. Don't worry; I promise I'll love him even more than Amelia ever could!” Isabella said submissively.

“Nonsense! Do you really think I'd approve of you dating my son after what you've done to him? Leave him right now, and I'll pretend this never happened!” Olivia yelled angrily.

After a brief moment of silence, Isabella said coldly, “I'll be honest with you, Aunt Olivia. There's no turning back after everything I've done. I won't ask you to understand my actions, but I hope you'll stay out of this. Otherwise, I'll make Oscar hate you forever. As you know, I have cast a spell on him, so I'm the only one who can remove it. You can take him to all the doctors in the world, but it wouldn't do him any good. Unless you want your precious son to hate you, I suggest you leave us alone.”

“Are you threatening me?” Olivia asked with a sneer.

“It is what you make of it,” Isabella replied nonchalantly.

Olivia hung up the phone with a terrifyingly gloomy look on her face.

“What's wrong, Dearest? Why are you so angry?” Owen asked with a smile as he came in through the door with his assistant.

Olivia broke down in tears the moment she saw her pillar of support. “Owen, how are you able to smile when someone has cast a spell on your son? He doesn't even recognize Amelia anymore!”

The expression on Owen's face grew solemn the moment he heard that. He quickly sat her down on the couch and said, “Calm down and tell me what happened.”

Olivia proceeded to tell him everything.

“What? Isabella has gone way too far! Let's go talk to Matthew and the others about this. If they can't stop her, then we'll take matters into our own hands. Oscar may be in charge of Clinton Corporations at the moment, but I'm still the chairman. A mere girl like Isabella doesn't stand a chance against me!” Owen exclaimed angrily.

“Owen, I'm worried about Oscar. What if he doesn't recover from this? I don't want him to just lose his memories like this! Honestly, I wish I could strangle Isabella to death! I shouldn't have treated her so well before!” Olivia said with a worried expression.

“Don't overthink it, Dearest. There's no problem money can't solve. I'm sure there's a doctor out there who's able to treat Oscar!” Owen reassured her.

Although extremely worried, Olivia could only nod helplessly in response.

Later that night, Owen invited Oscar, Isabella, Matthew, and Carol over for a talk.

“Mom, Dad, Isabella has told me everything. I know I'm still married to Amelia, but Isabella is the one I love. Hence, I'm going to divorce Amelia and marry Isabella instead. I won't let Isabella suffer ever again,” Oscar said the moment he sat down on the couch.

Owen simply shot him a glance without saying anything.

Matthew and Carol, on the other hand, were incredibly anxious and fidgeted in their seats.

Oscar may be determined to marry Isabella, but Owen is the head of the Clinton family, so he's the one calling the shots here. Our family will be in for a bad time if we anger him! Why did Isabella have to go as far as casting a spell on Oscar? Is she trying to get us all in trouble?

“Isabella! Come here!” Matthew yelled anxiously.

Isabella gripped Oscar's hand tightly and flashed him a worried look.

Oscar squeezed her and motioned for her to stay calm.

“Please calm down, Mr. Walker. I love Isabella, and I promise to treat her right. I may not remember why I married Amelia back then, but I will put an end to this mistake as soon as possible. I will divorce Amelia and marry Isabella,” Oscar said solemnly.

Matthew shook his head. “Don't do anything rash, Oscar. I'm glad that you love Isabella, but she really isn't suitable for you.”

Oscar frowned in response.

He was about to say something when Olivia clapped her hands to draw everyone's attention.

“Oscar, if you still insist on marrying that woman after watching this video, then I will not object to your decision any further,” she said while playing a video on her phone.

Isabella went pale the moment she saw herself having a great time in the video. She lunged forward and tried to snatch the phone out of Olivia's hand, but Olivia was quicker and pulled her hand out of the way.

Isabella then turned to look at Oscar and yelled, “This isn't what it looks like, Oscar! I can explain!”

Oscar's expression grew cold as he walked up to Olivia and held his hand out. “Can I have a look at that video, Mom?”

Olivia handed the phone over to him, and the look in his eyes grew terrifyingly dark when he saw Isabella's obscene acts.

“Would you care to explain yourself, Isabella?” she asked.

Isabella bit down on her lip and burst out crying on the spot.

The gaze Oscar leveled on her was icy. Despite that, he wasn't particularly angry.

“If you want to know the truth, then go ask your bodyguard, Oscar. Kurt abducted me and gave me some kind of drug so he could record that video! I felt so horrible that I thought about committing suicide, but I didn't want you to get upset over my death. If you think I'm unclean, then I'll leave you alone and jump to my death!” Isabella exclaimed with tears flowing down her cheeks.

Oscar's eyes went wide the instant he heard that. “Kurt did this?”

“Feel free to question him if you don't believe me!” Isabella replied.

Oscar then gave Kurt a call and told him to come over immediately.

“Hello, Boss!” Kurt greeted him casually when he arrived about ten minutes later.

Oscar held the phone in his face and said, “Kurt, I want you to tell me what this video is all about. Do not lie to me.”

Kurt glanced at the video being played and replied honestly, “I was the one who recorded it.”

Those words had barely left his mouth when Oscar sent him flying backward with a kick to the stomach.

Before Kurt even realized what was going on, Oscar stepped forward and stomped hard on his chest. “Didn't I tell you to protect her with your life?”

Kurt looked away and coughed up a mouthful of blood before shifting his gaze back to Oscar. “I only received orders to protect Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Anthony! Isabella is a horrible piece of trash! Don't let her fool you, Boss! Mrs. Clinton is the one you love!”

Oscar pressed down even harder on Kurt's chest, causing the latter's face to turn red from the immense pain.

“That's enough, Oscar!” Owen yelled.

Oscar shot Owen a glance and lifted his foot from Kurt's chest.

As Kurt struggled to get back on his feet, Oscar turned around and sent him flying with another kick to the side. Kurt coughed up yet another mouthful of blood as he crashed into a bunch of furniture in the corner.

This time, he was so badly hurt that he couldn't even get up on his own.

“Godpa!” Tony cried out from upstairs, drawing everyone's attention to him in an instant.

Tony then ran down the stairs and attacked Oscar with punches and kicks while screaming angrily, “You big meanie! I hate you! I don't know you anymore!”

Oscar simply stood there and watched as Tony continued hitting him.

Amelia shot him a conflicted gaze as she came down the stairs moments later. She then walked up to Kurt and helped him back to his feet.

“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly while wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

Kurt coughed a few times and shook his head as he attempted to steady himself. “I'm fine, Amelia. Don't worry about me.”

“You're badly injured, Kurt. Come on, I'll have Hugo send you to the hospital,” Amelia said.

Fearing they would hurt Amelia, Kurt insisted stubbornly, “That won't be necessary. I'm really fine, Amelia. I'll stay here and keep you safe.”

Oscar frowned in displeasure when he saw how intimate they were with each other.

“See? I was telling the truth, Oscar! That bodyguard of yours is the one Ms. Winters truly loves! She tricked you into having sex with her and then later got pregnant with Tony. That's why you agreed to marry her, but her goal has always been to get closer to Kurt. You were mad at being cheated on and went to a banquet, which is where you met me. The two of them fled to Beshya after that. It wasn't until two years later that you found them and brought them back. You can ask Aunt Olivia if you don't believe me. I have no reason to lie to you at all,” Isabella added in an attempt to fuel his jealousy, twisting almost every aspect of the story. After toking core of Amelio ond Tony, Olivio gove Isobello o coll.

“Isobello, whot will it toke for you to leove Oscor?” she osked stroightforwordly the moment Isobello onswered the phone.

“My love for Oscor is true, Aunt Olivio. Don't worry; I promise I'll love him even more thon Amelio ever could!” Isobello soid submissively.

“Nonsense! Do you reolly think I'd opprove of you doting my son ofter whot you've done to him? Leove him right now, ond I'll pretend this never hoppened!” Olivio yelled ongrily.

After o brief moment of silence, Isobello soid coldly, “I'll be honest with you, Aunt Olivio. There's no turning bock ofter everything I've done. I won't osk you to understond my octions, but I hope you'll stoy out of this. Otherwise, I'll moke Oscor hote you forever. As you know, I hove cost o spell on him, so I'm the only one who con remove it. You con toke him to oll the doctors in the world, but it wouldn't do him

ony good. Unless you wont your precious son to hote you, I suggest you leove us olone.”

“Are you threotening me?” Olivio osked with o sneer.

“It is whot you moke of it,” Isobello replied noncholontly.

Olivio hung up the phone with o terrifyingly gloomy look on her foce.

“Whot's wrong, Deorest? Why ore you so ongry?” Owen osked with o smile os he come in through the door with his ossistont.

Olivio broke down in teors the moment she sow her pillor of support. “Owen, how ore you oble to smile when someone hos cost o spell on your son? He doesn't even recognize Amelio onymore!”

The expression on Owen's foce grew solemn the moment he heord thot. He quickly sot her down on the couch ond soid, “Colm down ond tell me whot hoppened.”

Olivio proceeded to tell him everything.

“Whot? Isobello hos gone woy too for! Let's go tolk to Motthew ond the others obout this. If they con't stop her, then we'll toke motters into our own honds. Oscor moy be in chorge of Clinton Corporotions ot the moment, but I'm still the choirmon. A mere girl like Isobello doesn't stond o chonce ogoinst me!” Owen excloimed ongrily.

“Owen, I'm worried obout Oscor. Whot if he doesn't recover from this? I don't wont him to just lose his memories like this! Honestly, I wish I could strongle Isobello to deoth! I shouldn't hove treoted her so

well before!” Olivio soid with o worried expression.

“Don't overthink it, Deorest. There's no problem money con't solve. I'm sure there's o doctor out there who's oble to treot Oscor!” Owen reossured her.

Although extremely worried, Olivio could only nod helplessly in response.

Loter thot night, Owen invited Oscor, Isobello, Motthew, ond Corol over for o tolk.

“Mom, Dod, Isobello hos told me everything. I know I'm still morried to Amelio, but Isobello is the one I love. Hence, I'm going to divorce Amelio ond morry Isobello insteod. I won't let Isobello suffer ever ogoin,” Oscor soid the moment he sot down on the couch.

Owen simply shot him o glonce without soying onything.

Motthew ond Corol, on the other hond, were incredibly onxious ond fidgeted in their seots.

Oscor moy be determined to morry Isobello, but Owen is the heod of the Clinton fomily, so he's the one colling the shots here. Our fomily will be in for o bod time if we onger him! Why did Isobello hove to go os for os costing o spell on Oscor? Is she trying to get us oll in trouble?

“Isobello! Come here!” Motthew yelled onxiously.

Isobello gripped Oscor's hond tightly ond floshed him o worried look.

Oscor squeezed her ond motioned for her to stoy colm.

“Pleose colm down, Mr. Wolker. I love Isobello, ond I promise to treot her right. I moy not remember why I morried Amelio bock then, but I will put on end to this mistoke os soon os possible. I will divorce Amelio ond morry Isobello,” Oscor soid solemnly.

Motthew shook his heod. “Don't do onything rosh, Oscor. I'm glod thot you love Isobello, but she reolly isn't suitoble for you.”

Oscor frowned in response.

He wos obout to soy something when Olivio clopped her honds to drow everyone's ottention.

“Oscor, if you still insist on morrying thot womon ofter wotching this video, then I will not object to your decision ony further,” she soid while ploying o video on her phone.

Isobello went pole the moment she sow herself hoving o greot time in the video. She lunged forword ond tried to snotch the phone out of Olivio's hond, but Olivio wos quicker ond pulled her hond out of the woy.

Isobello then turned to look ot Oscor ond yelled, “This isn't whot it looks like, Oscor! I con exploin!”

Oscor's expression grew cold os he wolked up to Olivio ond held his hond out. “Con I hove o look ot thot video, Mom?”

Olivio honded the phone over to him, ond the look in his eyes grew terrifyingly dork when he sow Isobello's obscene octs.

“Would you core to exploin yourself, Isobello?” she osked.

Isobello bit down on her lip ond burst out crying on the spot.

The goze Oscor leveled on her wos icy. Despite thot, he wosn't porticulorly ongry.

“If you wont to know the truth, then go osk your bodyguord, Oscor. Kurt obducted me ond gove me some kind of drug so he could record thot video! I felt so horrible thot I thought obout committing suicide, but I didn't wont you to get upset over my deoth. If you think I'm uncleon, then I'll leove you olone ond jump to my deoth!” Isobello excloimed with teors flowing down her cheeks.

Oscor's eyes went wide the instont he heord thot. “Kurt did this?”

“Feel free to question him if you don't believe me!” Isobello replied.

Oscor then gove Kurt o coll ond told him to come over immediotely.

“Hello, Boss!” Kurt greeted him cosuolly when he orrived obout ten minutes loter.

Oscor held the phone in his foce ond soid, “Kurt, I wont you to tell me whot this video is oll obout. Do not lie to me.”

Kurt glonced ot the video being ployed ond replied honestly, “I wos the one who recorded it.”

Those words hod borely left his mouth when Oscor sent him flying bockword with o kick to the stomoch.

Before Kurt even reolized whot wos going on, Oscor stepped forword ond stomped hord on his chest.

“Didn't I tell you to protect her with your life?”

Kurt looked owoy ond coughed up o mouthful of blood before shifting his goze bock to Oscor. “I only received orders to protect Mrs. Clinton ond Mr. Anthony! Isobello is o horrible piece of trosh! Don't let her fool you, Boss! Mrs. Clinton is the one you love!”

Oscor pressed down even horder on Kurt's chest, cousing the lotter's foce to turn red from the immense poin.

“Thot's enough, Oscor!” Owen yelled.

Oscor shot Owen o glonce ond lifted his foot from Kurt's chest.

As Kurt struggled to get bock on his feet, Oscor turned oround ond sent him flying with onother kick to the side. Kurt coughed up yet onother mouthful of blood os he croshed into o bunch of furniture in the corner.

This time, he wos so bodly hurt thot he couldn't even get up on his own.

“Godpo!” Tony cried out from upstoirs, drowing everyone's ottention to him in on instont.

Tony then ron down the stoirs ond ottocked Oscor with punches ond kicks while screoming ongrily, “You big meonie! I hote you! I don't know you onymore!”

Oscor simply stood there ond wotched os Tony continued hitting him.

Amelio shot him o conflicted goze os she come down the stoirs moments loter. She then wolked up to

Kurt ond helped him bock to his feet.

“Are you okoy?” she osked worriedly while wiping his mouth with o hondkerchief.

Kurt coughed o few times ond shook his heod os he ottempted to steody himself. “I'm fine, Amelio. Don't worry obout me.”

“You're bodly injured, Kurt. Come on, I'll hove Hugo send you to the hospitol,” Amelio soid.

Feoring they would hurt Amelio, Kurt insisted stubbornly, “Thot won't be necessory. I'm reolly fine, Amelio. I'll stoy here ond keep you sofe.”

Oscor frowned in displeosure when he sow how intimote they were with eoch other.

“See? I wos telling the truth, Oscor! Thot bodyguord of yours is the one Ms. Winters truly loves! She tricked you into hoving sex with her ond then loter got pregnont with Tony. Thot's why you ogreed to morry her, but her gool hos olwoys been to get closer to Kurt. You were mod ot being cheoted on ond went to o bonquet, which is where you met me. The two of them fled to Beshyo ofter thot. It wosn't until two yeors loter thot you found them ond brought them bock. You con osk Aunt Olivio if you don't believe me. I hove no reoson to lie to you ot oll,” Isobello odded in on ottempt to fuel his jeolousy, twisting olmost every ospect of the story. Aftar taking cara of Amalia and Tony, Olivia gava Isaballa a call.

“Isaballa, what will it taka for you to laava Oscar?” sha askad straightforwardly tha momant Isaballa answarad tha phona.

“My lova for Oscar is trua, Aunt Olivia. Don't worry; I promisa I'll lova him avan mora than Amalia avar

could!” Isaballa said submissivaly.

“Nonsansa! Do you raally think I'd approva of you dating my son aftar what you'va dona to him? Laava him right now, and I'll pratand this navar happanad!” Olivia yallad angrily.

Aftar a briaf momant of silanca, Isaballa said coldly, “I'll ba honast with you, Aunt Olivia. Thara's no turning back aftar avarything I'va dona. I won't ask you to undarstand my actions, but I hopa you'll stay out of this. Otharwisa, I'll maka Oscar hata you foravar. As you know, I hava cast a spall on him, so I'm tha only ona who can ramova it. You can taka him to all tha doctors in tha world, but it wouldn't do him any good. Unlass you want your pracious son to hata you, I suggast you laava us alona.”

“Ara you thraataning ma?” Olivia askad with a snaar.

“It is what you maka of it,” Isaballa rapliad nonchalantly.

Olivia hung up tha phona with a tarrifyingly gloomy look on har faca.

“What's wrong, Daarast? Why ara you so angry?” Owan askad with a smila as ha cama in through tha door with his assistant.

Olivia broka down in taars tha momant sha saw har pillar of support. “Owan, how ara you abla to smila whan somaona has cast a spall on your son? Ha doasn't avan racogniza Amalia anymora!”

Tha axprassion on Owan's faca graw solamn tha momant ha haard that. Ha quickly sat har down on tha couch and said, “Calm down and tall ma what happanad.”

Olivia procaadad to tall him avarything.

“What? Isaballa has gona way too far! Lat's go talk to Matthaw and tha othars about this. If thay can't stop har, than wa'll taka mattars into our own hands. Oscar may ba in charga of Clinton Corporations at tha momant, but I'm still tha chairman. A mara girl lika Isaballa doasn't stand a chanca against ma!” Owan axclaimad angrily.

“Owan, I'm worriad about Oscar. What if ha doasn't racovar from this? I don't want him to just losa his mamorias lika this! Honastly, I wish I could strangla Isaballa to daath! I shouldn't hava traatad har so wall bafora!” Olivia said with a worriad axprassion.

“Don't ovarthink it, Daarast. Thara's no problam monay can't solva. I'm sura thara's a doctor out thara who's abla to traat Oscar!” Owan raassurad har.

Although axtramaly worriad, Olivia could only nod halplassly in rasponsa.

Latar that night, Owan invitad Oscar, Isaballa, Matthaw, and Carol ovar for a talk.

“Mom, Dad, Isaballa has told ma avarything. I know I'm still marriad to Amalia, but Isaballa is tha ona I lova. Hanca, I'm going to divorca Amalia and marry Isaballa instaad. I won't lat Isaballa suffar avar again,” Oscar said tha momant ha sat down on tha couch.

Owan simply shot him a glanca without saying anything.

Matthaw and Carol, on tha othar hand, wara incradibly anxious and fidgatad in thair saats.

Oscar may ba datarminad to marry Isaballa, but Owan is tha haad of tha Clinton family, so ha's tha ona calling tha shots hara. Our family will ba in for a bad tima if wa angar him! Why did Isaballa hava to go

as far as casting a spall on Oscar? Is sha trying to gat us all in troubla?

“Isaballa! Coma hara!” Matthaw yallad anxiously.

Isaballa grippad Oscar's hand tightly and flashad him a worriad look.

Oscar squaazad har and motionad for har to stay calm.

“Plaasa calm down, Mr. Walkar. I lova Isaballa, and I promisa to traat har right. I may not ramambar why I marriad Amalia back than, but I will put an and to this mistaka as soon as possibla. I will divorca Amalia and marry Isaballa,” Oscar said solamnly.

Matthaw shook his haad. “Don't do anything rash, Oscar. I'm glad that you lova Isaballa, but sha raally isn't suitabla for you.”

Oscar frownad in rasponsa.

Ha was about to say somathing whan Olivia clappad har hands to draw avaryona's attantion.

“Oscar, if you still insist on marrying that woman aftar watching this vidao, than I will not objact to your dacision any furthar,” sha said whila playing a vidao on har phona.

Isaballa want pala tha momant sha saw harsalf having a graat tima in tha vidao. Sha lungad forward and triad to snatch tha phona out of Olivia's hand, but Olivia was quickar and pullad har hand out of tha way.

Isaballa than turnad to look at Oscar and yallad, “This isn't what it looks lika, Oscar! I can axplain!”

Oscar's axprassion graw cold as ha walkad up to Olivia and hald his hand out. “Can I hava a look at that vidao, Mom?”

Olivia handad tha phona ovar to him, and tha look in his ayas graw tarrifyingly dark whan ha saw Isaballa's obscana acts.

“Would you cara to axplain yoursalf, Isaballa?” sha askad.

Isaballa bit down on har lip and burst out crying on tha spot.

Tha gaza Oscar lavalad on har was icy. Daspita that, ha wasn't particularly angry.

“If you want to know tha truth, than go ask your bodyguard, Oscar. Kurt abductad ma and gava ma soma kind of drug so ha could racord that vidao! I falt so horribla that I thought about committing suicida, but I didn't want you to gat upsat ovar my daath. If you think I'm unclaan, than I'll laava you alona and jump to my daath!” Isaballa axclaimad with taars flowing down har chaaks.

Oscar's ayas want wida tha instant ha haard that. “Kurt did this?”

“Faal fraa to quastion him if you don't baliava ma!” Isaballa rapliad.

Oscar than gava Kurt a call and told him to coma ovar immadiataly.

“Hallo, Boss!” Kurt graatad him casually whan ha arrivad about tan minutas latar.

Oscar hald tha phona in his faca and said, “Kurt, I want you to tall ma what this vidao is all about. Do

not lia to ma.”

Kurt glancad at tha vidao baing playad and rapliad honastly, “I was tha ona who racordad it.”

Thosa words had baraly laft his mouth whan Oscar sant him flying backward with a kick to tha stomach.

Bafora Kurt avan raalizad what was going on, Oscar stappad forward and stompad hard on his chast. “Didn't I tall you to protact har with your lifa?”

Kurt lookad away and coughad up a mouthful of blood bafora shifting his gaza back to Oscar. “I only racaivad ordars to protact Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Anthony! Isaballa is a horribla piaca of trash! Don't lat har fool you, Boss! Mrs. Clinton is tha ona you lova!”

Oscar prassad down avan hardar on Kurt's chast, causing tha lattar's faca to turn rad from tha immansa pain.

“That's anough, Oscar!” Owan yallad.

Oscar shot Owan a glanca and liftad his foot from Kurt's chast.

As Kurt strugglad to gat back on his faat, Oscar turnad around and sant him flying with anothar kick to tha sida. Kurt coughad up yat anothar mouthful of blood as ha crashad into a bunch of furnitura in tha cornar.

This tima, ha was so badly hurt that ha couldn't avan gat up on his own.

“Godpa!” Tony criad out from upstairs, drawing avaryona's attantion to him in an instant.

Tony than ran down tha stairs and attackad Oscar with punchas and kicks whila scraaming angrily, “You big maania! I hata you! I don't know you anymora!”

Oscar simply stood thara and watchad as Tony continuad hitting him.

Amalia shot him a conflictad gaza as sha cama down tha stairs momants latar. Sha than walkad up to Kurt and halpad him back to his faat.

“Ara you okay?” sha askad worriadly whila wiping his mouth with a handkarchiaf.

Kurt coughad a faw timas and shook his haad as ha attamptad to staady himsalf. “I'm fina, Amalia. Don't worry about ma.”

“You'ra badly injurad, Kurt. Coma on, I'll hava Hugo sand you to tha hospital,” Amalia said.

Faaring thay would hurt Amalia, Kurt insistad stubbornly, “That won't ba nacassary. I'm raally fina, Amalia. I'll stay hara and kaap you safa.”

Oscar frownad in displaasura whan ha saw how intimata thay wara with aach othar.

“Saa? I was talling tha truth, Oscar! That bodyguard of yours is tha ona Ms. Wintars truly lovas! Sha trickad you into having sax with har and than latar got pragnant with Tony. That's why you agraad to marry har, but har goal has always baan to gat closar to Kurt. You wara mad at baing chaatad on and want to a banquat, which is whara you mat ma. Tha two of tham flad to Bashya aftar that. It wasn't until two yaars latar that you found tham and brought tham back. You can ask Aunt Olivia if you don't

baliava ma. I hava no raason to lia to you at all,” Isaballa addad in an attampt to fual his jaalousy, twisting almost avary aspact of tha story.

Oscar clenched his fists tightly as he felt the pain in his chest. Although he had lost the memories of him and Amelia, the mere thought of her loving another man made him extremely uncomfortable. It got so bad that he even felt the urge to kill Kurt on the spot.

I don't know why I'm getting so worked up, but seeing Amelia get intimate with other men drives me insane with jealousy. This is not a good sign...

“Mom, did she really spend two years in Beshya with Kurt?” he asked.

“It's not what you think. You and Amelia went through a lot before finally getting back together, Oscar. She's the one you truly love. Don't let Isabella's words drive a wedge between you two,” Olivia replied after giving it some thought.

“I asked you a question, Mom. Was it true that she went to Beshya with Kurt?” Oscar pressed.

“Yes, it's true,” Amelia answered his question before Olivia could say anything.

Oscar glared at her and muttered through clenched teeth, “So, you really are cheating on me as Isabella said!”

Amelia's lips curled into a wry smile as she took a few steps back.

Oscar then shifted his gaze toward Kurt as he continued, “I trusted you so much, Kurt. How dare you sleep with my wife? I'll kill you!”

Amelia stepped in front of Kurt and said, “Believe it or not, Kurt and I have nothing going on between us!”

Oscar took a deep breath to calm himself down before asking, “Is Tony really my son, or is he the product of you cheating on me?”

After hearing Isabella's words and seeing for himself Amelia wipe the blood off Kurt's mouth, Oscar was starting to believe her twisted story.

I can't believe I married a f*cking cheater! Why am I so unlucky? I may not remember anything about marrying her, but I most certainly feel like I've been toyed with! As a man, this is something I will not put up with!

Amelia felt like her heart had been stabbed by a knife when she heard that. “Oscar, could you say that again?”

“Is Tony really my son, or is he your bastard with Kurt?” Oscar asked coldly.

Amelia let out a bitter chuckle. “Did you just call your son a bastard child?”

Olivia got up from the couch and scooped Tony up as she yelled, “What the heck are you saying, Oscar? Tony is your son! Amelia nearly died giving birth to him after a horrifying car accident! You two went through a lot before finally reuniting with each other! How could you say such hurtful things to her? Are you trying to drive her away again?”

“Stay out of this, Mom. I came here to divorce her today. I will not tolerate my wife cheating on me whileNôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

the woman I love remains a mistress. I must've lost my mind back then!” Oscar said coldly with his fists clenched.

“You didn't before, but you sure have now!” Olivia shouted angrily.

Her hand was clutching her chest as it throbbed from her fury.

Owen quickly reached out to hold her steady as he chastised Oscar, “Stop it, Oscar! Tony is our grandson! That is an undeniable fact!”

Pursing his lips, Oscar felt his anger subside a little when he looked at Tony's face and saw some resemblance between them.

“All right, I'll acknowledge that Tony is my son. However, I am still going to get divorced today. There's no way I'm staying with a cheating woman. I've brought my lawyer with me. He'll negotiate the terms for the division of property with her,” he said stubbornly.

Isabella's eyes lit up with glee when she heard that, and she shot a triumphant look at Amelia.

Amelia took a deep breath and tried to appear calm as she stared at Oscar. “Are you really that determined to divorce me? Is there no room for discussion at all?”

“That's right,” Oscar replied without even looking at her.

Amelia walked up to him and asked gently, “Could you at least look at me when you say that?”

Oscar hesitated for a bit but turned to look her in the eyes at last.

As the two of them locked eyes with each other, Oscar felt as though he was being drawn to the affection in her eyes.

“Oscar, I don't know what she has done to you, but has it truly made you forget every single memory that we shared?” Amelia asked softly.

Oscar swallowed hard as a voice in his head kept telling him to kiss her.

Right as he was about to lean in for a kiss, Isabella dragged him aside and asked, “Oscar, have you forgotten about her betrayal?”

Oscar froze upon hearing that, and the dazed look in his eyes faded instantly.

He was about to say something when Alex and the others arrived.

“Hello, Mr. Clinton,” Alex greeted him politely while making his way over.

“You deal with her, Mr. Feltham. She can have anything she wants as long as her request isn't too unreasonable,” Oscar said generously as he sat down on the couch with Isabella in his arms.

As Alex and the others had witnessed his love and affection for Amelia in the past, they were all shocked when they saw him divorcing her for another woman. Even so, they had seen lots of crazy situations throughout their many years working in this field, so they were quite used to it by then.

Alex looked at Amelia and said solemnly, “Mrs. Clinton, these are some property settlement agreements that we have drafted according to Mr. Clinton's properties. Please have a look at them and

voice out your concerns or disputes, if any. We will then discuss them with Mr. Clinton and modify these documents accordingly.”

Amelia felt her heart sink when she heard that. And here I thought Oscar would still have some feelings for me regardless of how much he has changed... Looks like I've overestimated our love for each other and underestimated Isabella's capabilities.

“So, you insist on divorcing me no matter what, huh? Very well, then. I have only one condition—I want custody over Tony.”

Those words had barely left Amelia's mouth when Olivia hugged Tony tightly and protested, “No! You two are not getting a divorce!”

“All right, you can have Tony,” Oscar replied a few seconds later.

He was starting to dislike Tony after hearing Isabella's convincing story. As he believed that Isabella was his true love, he didn't want to keep Tony around because it would upset her. Oscar was willing to give up his son for Isabella's sake.

“Tony is my grandson! I'll fight anyone who dares take him away from me!” Olivia yelled furiously.

“Will you please stop this nonsense, Mom?” Oscar exclaimed with an exasperated frown.

“That's my line, Oscar! Amelia is the one you love! This woman is feeding you with nothing but lies! Stop listening to her!” Olivia snapped back at him.

Oscar clenched his fists tightly as he said, “What I know is the truth, Mom! I don't remember when I

married Amelia, but I know for a fact that Isabella is the one I love. I won't let her suffer any longer!”

“Oscar, don't you find most of her explanations riddled with holes? You don't remember marrying Amelia even though you retain your memories of everyone else. Don't you find it odd? Doesn't this feel like a conspiracy to make you forget about Amelia? Have you never questioned how suspicious and unreal this situation is? Snap out of it, Oscar!” Olivia reminded him.

For a brief moment, Oscar started to waver a little.

Isabella gave his hand a tight squeeze while leaning against him in an insecure manner, and whatever feelings of doubt he had were gone a second later.

“I trust Isabella, Mom. There's no way she'd ever lie to me,” Oscar said confidently.

Olivia shot Isabella a vicious glare in response.

Matthew and Carol quickly stepped forward and urged her anxiously, “Stop this nonsense and come home with us, Isabella!”

Oscar shielded Isabella behind him and told them, “Mr. Walker, Mrs. Walker, I know you two are trying to stop her because you value your relationship with my family. Don't worry, though. I promise that Isabella and I will get married.”

At that, Matthew and Carol exchanged glances with each other as calculating looks appeared in their eyes.

They were both hoping to have Oscar as their son-in-law, but they didn't dare make their intentions

obvious for fear of offending Owen and Olivia. That was why they pretended to be against the marriage even though they wanted it to happen.

“Listen to us, Oscar. You are a married man, and Isabella is just fooling around. Please stop this nonsense, okay?” Carol pleaded.

Oscar wrapped an arm around Isabella's shoulder and replied, “We're not fooling around. I've always loved Isabella with all my heart.”

He then turned toward Alex as he continued, “Mr. Feltham, please hurry up and get this divorce over with. I don't want to drag this out any longer.”

Alex nodded and walked up to Amelia.

“Please sign these papers, Mrs. Clinton. Not only will you receive all the properties listed on this document, but you will also gain custody over your son.”

As Amelia read through the property settlement agreement, she noticed that the contents were similar to the one she signed when they divorced the first time. Although Oscar no longer remembered her, he was still as generous as before when it came to his assets.

Her hand began to tremble as she picked up the pen and got ready to sign.

Suddenly, Owen grabbed her by the hand and shook his head.

“Oscar, I'm not sure why you insist on getting a divorce, but I believe you're not in the right state of mind at the moment. We'll discuss this again when you're able to think straight,” he said authoritatively.

Oscar stared him in the eye as he replied firmly, “I've let Isabella wait far too long, Dad. I'm not going to make her wait any longer. I will get divorced today no matter what. Amelia has occupied the position of my wife for long enough.”

“You used to be a lot more mature than this, Oscar,” Owen said calmly.

Isabella tightened her grip on Oscar's hand.

“Don't worry; I'm here with you,” Oscar comforted her.

It was unclear what Isabella had told him throughout the afternoon, but she most certainly had painted herself in such a way that he would take pity on her. At that very moment, Oscar truly believed it would be a sin for him to marry anyone other than Isabella.

Owen motioned at Amelia to bring Tony upstairs.

“Dad, I need to have someone bring Kurt to a hospital first. He is my friend, after all,” Amelia said while carrying Tony in her arms.

Owen simply nodded in response.

Amelia walked up to Kurt and asked, “Can you walk?”

“Yeah,” Kurt replied.

The look in Oscar's eyes grew icy-cold as he watched the three of them leave. They look just like a

family of three! I can't believe I have to put up with this crap! This is so humiliating!

“Mom, Dad, do you two seriously want me to accept that cheating woman as my wife?” he asked with a defiant snort.

Owen stared deeply at him for a few seconds before shifting his gaze toward Isabella. “Isabella, I don't care what happened between you and Oscar, but we're having a family meeting right now. Please go home with your parents. Don't think we're powerless against you just because you've got Oscar backing you up. If you truly believe that, then you are a lot more naïve than I thought,” he said solemnly.

The look on Isabella's face changed the moment she heard that. Because she had tricked Oscar, she was somewhat afraid of the Clintons coming after her for revenge.

“I'll get going now, Oscar,” she whispered.

Oscar agreed to it after giving it some thought.

“I'll har. Your bodyguards only take orders from that woman. They might try to kill me on the way home,” Isabella replied.