Too Much to Bear My Love

Too Much to Bear, My Love 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.

Without flinching, Derrick’s lips curved into a grin. “Tiffany’s lucky enough to be your goddaughter, Mrs.

Clinton, seeing how elegant and pretty you are. I’m glad that she won’t be rejecting me using the excuse

that she isn’t worthy of me. Now that she is the Clintons’ goddaughter, and I’m the owner of a small

publishing company, we should be a perfect match.”

Olivia scanned him discreetly. He was smiling, but his gaze remained calm even after he got to know that

Tiffany was her goddaughter. Instantly, her admiration for him heightened.

“Derrick, you’re an excellent man. My son, Oscar, is no match for your striking looks. To be honest, I’m

concerned if you’re courting my goddaughter,” Olivia revealed.

“Mrs. Clinton, looks won’t last forever. True love has nothing to do with looks, right?” Derrick was humble.

Olivia nodded in agreement.

“My daughter-in-law is still in the operating room, so I’m not in the mood to chat further. When Amelia

recovers, we can meet up to have some tea. I adore Tiffany a lot. As she’s working alone in the city, I

have to help her screen her suitors,” Olivia explained in her usual soothing voice.

Derrick shot her a polite nod.

He stepped backward and stood behind Tiffany, holding her hand gently. Shocked, Tiffany looked up at

him.

Derrick gave her a comforting smile and mouthed, Don’t worry. I’m here.

At once, Tiffany’s heart skipped a beat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, “Thank you, Mr.

Hisson.”

Ignoring the other people in the immediate vicinity, Derrick patted her head softly. Tiffany’s eyes

immediately widened in surprise.

On the other hand, Olivia took one look at Derrick’s intimate action and said nothing.

They waited in front of the operating room until dawn when the doors finally glided open to reveal James

and the other doctors.

Oscar immediately dashed over to them and demanded anxiously, “James, how is Amelia faring?”

James seemed exhausted but excited at the same time.

“Oz, don’t worry. Amelia’s condition is within our expectations. She was running a temperature from the

previous surgery. If we didn’t discover it in time, it might develop into pneumonia.”

Oscar breathed a sigh of relief.

He patted James’ shoulder gratefully. “Thanks, mate. I owe you one.”

James shrugged in response.

Oscar turned to the other doctors to express his gratitude. “Thank you, everyone. When Amelia gets

better, I’ll treat you all to a meal.”

Dr. Kane and the others grinned. “You’re welcome, Mr. Clinton. This is our job.”

“Thank you for your hard work today. You should take a well-deserved rest. I’ll make sure to repay you

once Amelia’s condition is stable.”

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.