Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 795

In the middle of the night, Noah went to the apartment where he and Emma lived, but when he got there, there

was no one in the pitch-black house.

Noah's expression turned more grim.

He called Emma a dozen times before she answered the phone.

"Emma, why are you not at home?" Noah asked in an irritated tone.

Emma sneered, "I'm at the hospital. You broke my finger. Can't I have it checked?"

When he heard her response, guilt swelled within him.

"Which hospital are you at? I'll go over to you now."

"There's no need for you to come. I'm heading back."

With that, Emma ended the call.

Glancing at the phone screen, Noah felt a little lost, but he didn't think he had done anything wrong. Everything he

did was for the future of him and Emma. He believed she would understand his current intentions once he got to

expand Walker Group and give Emma everything she wanted.

Emma came back with a pale face, and her hand was bandaged thickly.

"Emma, how are you?" Noah held her hand, his heart aching. "Did the doctor say your finger will heal?"

"You stomped it to pieces. The doctor said that there is no possibility of recovery, so I received a finger transplant.

How does it look? It fits perfectly, right?" Emma took back her hand, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Noah put on a pained expression. "Emma, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just pretending in front of

Steph, but I didn't really intend to break your finger. Nevertheless, it's all right now. The transplanted finger looks

perfect, so I don't feel as guilty now."

Emma's eyes flickered with mockery.

She also lost the affection she once had in the past. To her surprise, Oscar had kept his promise. Shortly after she

left, a sum of money had been transferred to her account. With the money, she could change her identity and go

abroad. When I make myself stronger with this money, I'll return to the country again, witness Noah's downfall, and

watch him as he grovels and begs for my forgiveness.

"Noah, I'm tired. I just want to go upstairs to take a shower and go to bed. I don't have time to listen to your

nonsense," Emma said petulantly.

Feeling somewhat flustered, Noah grabbed her hand and asked, "Emma, what do you mean?"

"I mean, I don't want to play hide-and-seek with a good- for-nothing loser like you anymore," she derided.

His countenance changed as he gritted his teeth. "Who did you call a loser?"

Emma looked at him disdainfully and uttered word by word, "Is there anyone else here besides the two of us? You

keep saying that you love me, but you didn't even dare to let out a fart in front of Stephanie. You even broke my

finger. What else could you be if not a loser?"

Noah's face contorted in fury as he grabbed her neck and said agitatedly, "Don't call me a loser. I'm doing all this

for our future."

Having been lifted off her feet, Emma slapped his hands vigorously. However, she didn't expect the grip on her neck

to become even tighter. Before long, she lost consciousness.

Only then did Noah snap back to his senses and let go of her. Hands trembling in shock, he checked her breathing,

but there was none.

He was so frightened that he slumped to the ground, murmuring in a state of shock, "Impossible. This is impossible.

How can someone die in just one second?"

The ringing phone in his pocket startled him just then.

He hurriedly took out his phone and saw that it was Stephanie calling him. After taking a look at Emma, who was

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lying on the ground, he answered the phone hesitantly. "Hi, Steph."

Stephanie barked angrily on the other end of the phone,

"Where are you now? It's in the middle of the night, yet I can't find you. Have you gone to that b*tch? I'll go over

there now. If I find out that the two of you are together, we shall see how I'll deal with you two."

He smiled. "Steph, I just came out to buy you some sour food. Didn't you say you wanted to eat some before you

went to sleep earlier? I drove around but couldn't find any. I'll go back now. Stay at home, okay? If anything were to

happen to you, my heart will ache."

"All right, then. I'll wait for you at home. I know you won't have the guts to go to Emma anyway."

After comforting Stephanie, Noah hung up the phone.

Calmly, he glanced at Emma, who was still lying on the ground. With a somewhat sad tone, he said, "Emma, don't

blame me. I didn't do that on purpose. I will come back again once I placate Steph. I don't want you to die either."

With that said, he left quickly. Unexpectedly, Emma, who was supposed to be dead, opened her eyes slowly and

watched him leave, a sense of hatred glimmering in her eyes.

She slowly got up from the ground and raised her hand to stroke her sore neck. If I hadn't cleverly played dead just

now, I would've really been a lifeless corpse now. Noah is more ruthless than I thought. If Stephanie hadn't called

him, God knows what he would do to me while I was playing possum just now. This man is so scary! We've been

together for almost ten years, yet he didn't shed a single tear when he saw me dead.

Emma then ran upstairs to pack her things before smashing the mirrors and chairs in the bedroom and destroying

everything else, making the house look as though it had been robbed.

When all of that was done, she pulled her suitcase with her and drove out of the neighborhood late at night.

She then found a random hotel to stay overnight and called Oscar at ten o'clock the next day.

"Mr. Clinton, I'm really sorry. I want to leave as soon as possible. I wonder if the alternate identity you arranged for

me is ready? Noah wanted to kill me last night. If I stay here, I will die at his hands sooner or later. You are the only

one who can help me now," Emma said nervously and swallowed hard.

Oscar merely replied indifferently, "Where are you now?"

She told him the address.

"Okay. Stay there, and I'll let someone pick you up."

After Oscar hung up, Emma stared at the phone. She was on pins and needles as she had no idea what Oscar

would do. I can't trust anyone now. A seemingly kind person who is helping me might end my life in the next

second.

Nevertheless, she knew that if Oscar wanted to kill her, he only needed to give his order. He wouldn't even need to

do it himself.

That thought calmed her nerves.

The memory of Noah choking her was still haunting her, and that was why she was being so cautious. Emma was

brought to a café by Oscar's subordinate.

"Ms. Garcia, this way, please," said the subordinate who fetched her just now.

Emma nodded at him courteously before going into the café with him. There was no one else in the store except

the servers. She figured Oscar must have booked the entire place.

After she went upstairs, that person opened a door and ushered her in.

"Mr. Clinton, may I know why you asked someone to bring me here? Is there anything you want me to do?" Emma

spoke respectfully with a hint of caution. "Have a seat," Oscar said calmly.

As she sat down obediently, he asked someone to bring her some food.

After the server served the pastries, Oscar said, "Have some food first."

Looking at the food on the table, Emma let down her guard.

She took a bite of the pastry and cut to the chase. "Mr. Clinton, if you have any orders for me, just say it. I'll listen."

However, Oscar strode over to a window, keeping mum.

Seeing his response, she could only continue eating. After she ate about five pieces of pastries, Oscar finally said,

"Ms. Garcia, do you want to take revenge yourself?"

Puzzled, Emma glanced at him and replied, "Mr. Clinton, I can't figure out why you're helping me. In my opinion, you

have absolutely no reason to do that, do you?"

With his hands behind his back, he said casually, "I like to watch a couple becoming rivals. You're such a good pawn,

so why do I have to take action myself? You said over the phone that Noah wanted to kill you, so I'm wondering if

you want to seek revenge on your heartless lover. If you do, I can send you abroad to get training. When you

become competent enough to fight against Noah, I'll let you return. Then, you'll deal with Noah yourself. I think

things will be very exciting by that time." Emma lowered her gaze and pondered for a while before saying with a

smile, "Mr. Clinton, if you can lend a helping hand, I'll be very grateful." Oscar nodded in response. She picked up

the coffee pot on the table, poured a cup of coffee for him, and added, "Mr. Clinton, here's a toast to you. Thank

you for your help."

"You don't have to thank me. To me, you're just a pawn I can take advantage of," Oscar said. Upon hearing that,

Emma laughed out loud.

"Mr. Clinton, you're a real man. Even when you're using someone, you're still so frank. Compared to that hypocrite,

Noah, you're so much better," she complimented sincerely.

Oscar lifted the corner of his lips, not making a reply to her praise. "I've prepared another identity for you, and you

can go abroad right now. Someone will pick you up there and give you a series of plans in detail. I hope you don't

let me down. After all, I want to watch you guys fight among yourselves," he remarked in a domineering tone. "Mr.

Clinton, thanks in advance. When I finish my training and return, I will give you a satisfactory answer. After Noah is

dragged into the mess, I'll be all yours if you ever need my help," Emma said meaningfully as she stared at his back

in admiration.

Oscar was like an impeccable deity. Through their interaction recently, Emma could see how perfect he was. Thus,

she truly admired him. In fact, she was willing to become his mistress if he wanted. Oscar obviously understood the

meaning behind her words. He glanced at her contemptuously and said, "Ms. Garcia, if you limit yourself to being

someone who only knows how to cling to men, I think it's a shameful waste of time and effort to support you."

Emma retrieved her gaze, a trace of embarrassment flashing in her eyes. She lowered her head and apologized,

"I'm sorry. Please ignore what I've just said."

"Ms. Garcia, explore the world more, and you'll be more open-minded. Without the support of a man, you can still

live a wonderful life. I am still waiting for you to do things for me."

"Mr. Clinton, I'll bear that in mind. I hope that I can see a look of satisfaction in your eyes on the day I return to

Chanaea."

Oscar bobbed his head in a placid manner. After leaving the café, he asked someone to bring Emma to the airport

and send her abroad personally. When Noah went back to the apartment and found that Emma was missing, he

almost lost his mind. His eyes darkened as he noticed the mess in the house, which looked as though it had been

robbed. He then called Emma, but her number was no longer in service. Using the connections he had, he

managed to get the surveillance footage of the neighborhood and saw a fully disguised Emma putting her suitcase

in the trunk before driving away from the neighborhood. At the sight of that, his countenance became even more

terrifying. "Emma Garcia, how dare you play dead and lie to me," Noah said through gritted teeth.

Anxious, he paced around in the security office. He never thought that Emma would betray him. She had been by

his side for so many years, and he believed he had been good to her. He gave her every material possession she

requested, and he also promised to only love her. Although he chose Stephanie for the sake of his career in the

end, there was still a place for Emma in his heart. Thus, he surmised he had never mistreated Emma. Yet now, she

played dead to frighten him and even escaped.

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He was worried about whether Emma would the secrets she knew to others. Since she had been with him for so

many years, she knew his secrets more or less. That was why he was so perturbed by her departure.

The guard in the security office asked with concern, "Mr.Walker, are you okay?"

Noah finally calmed down and nodded at the guard before leaving.

As he sat in his car, he made use of his connections to check Emma's whereabouts. Soon, he received news that

she had gone to Anglandur.

He slumped against the car seat, a sense of uneasiness rising in his heart. To him, Emma was just a woman who

depended on men for a living. Except for a decent appearance, she didn't have any other strengths at all. She was

jobless all these years. Aside from the clothes and bags he gifted her, she didn't receive much money from him

either. It stood to reason that she simply didn't have much money to go to Anglandur to splurge. But now, she has

gone there. Who's the one backing her?

When the person tasked to check Emma's whereabouts told Noah that she met with Oscar before she left and that

the two talked for nearly half an hour before Oscar came out of the café, Noah couldn't sit still anymore. If Emma

has ridden on Oscar's coattails, with the ways

Oscar does things, I'm afraid he already knows about my secrets.

Thousands of thoughts raced through Noah's mind within a few seconds.

He thought of all the worst-case scenarios, but he still couldn't figure out why Oscar would help Emma. The ringing

of his phone got Noah out of his head.

He took it out and saw that it was Stephanie calling.

Taking a deep breath, he answered the phone and said patiently, "Steph."

Vexed, Stephanie questioned, "Noah, where are you? Don't tell me you're at the company now. I went there to find

you, but I didn't see you. Did you go to that vixen?"

When Noah heard that, his temples throbbed as he tried his best to suppress the burning rage in his heart.

"Steph, I'm outside discussing a collaboration with clients. If you don't believe me, you can come here. I'll give you

the address." Noah guilt-tripped her.

As expected,

Stephanie's tone of voice turned for the better when he said that.

"If you're really having a business discussion, I'll stop scolding you. Mom called and asked us to have dinner with

them later. You'd better behave well for me. My mom has a negative impression of you," she said bluntly.

"That's all. I'm hanging up now."

While Noah stared at his phone screen, his countenance was as dark as coal.

I've unintentionally spoiled Stephanie too much. She's becoming more and more willful. She doesn't even have the

slightest respect for me when I'm her husband! If I don't establish my dominance, she'll act all high and mighty and

have her way with me.

No matter how angry Noah was, he still dressed up to accompany Stephanie to the Clinton residence. After parking

the car, Stephanie glanced sideways at Noah and ordered, "Treat me better later. Don't let my parents feel that

you're a hypocrite." He raised his hand and patted her head. "Steph, Emma was an ex-lover I had before I married

you. I believe Dad and Mom will understand. However, if you keep harping on that, I'll get tired and think that you're

misunderstanding truly exhausted, that will be the end of our marriage." Stephanie's face fell. "Noah, what do you

mean by that? my passionate love for you. When I'm Do you want to divorce me?"

He chuckled bitterly before replying, "Steph, you know how I feel. I married you because I want to live a good life

with you, and I will do my best to pamper you, for fear that you will feel mistreated. I love you so much, yet you

keep doubting that I'm faking it. If that's the case, we might as well get a divorce." "Don't you dare," she huffed.

Noah spoke in a distressed tone. "Don't be riled up! I didn't say that to make you angry. I just want to let you know

that I married you not for the influence of your family. I simply wanted to marry you because it's you."

Stephanie's dark expression faded as she looked at him with an unfathomable look.

Suddenly, she withdrew her hand and opened the car door, totally ignoring Noah.

His hand stopped in mid-air as a gloomy look emerged on his face.