Love You Enough to Leave You Chapter 796

Chapter 796Chapter 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 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.
He was worried about whether Emma would sell 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, shedidn'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 my passionate love for you. When I'm truly exhausted, that will be the end of
our marriage.”
Stephanie's face fell. “Noah, what do you mean by that? 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.
d in mid-air as a gloomy look emerged on his face.