Love You Enough to Leave You Chapter 864

Chapter 864Chapter 856
Oscar took the phone and helped Isabella clean it. “Silly girl, you're the love of my life. Have you seen a
man who will give up on his beloved just because of a few pictures?” he asked with a loving look.
Isabella gazed at Oscar, her eyes red. She couldn't tell whether he was being sincere. As she felt guilty,
she would be skeptical of things many times, afraid that he would remember clues about his past.
“Are you really afraid that I will live the rest of my life with a woman I don't remember?” Amused, Oscar
tapped her nose. “Stop crying. If not, you'll look ugly. I don't remember you being such a crybaby. In my
memories, you're a very strong woman. I recall when you were on the brink of death after you got into
that car accident. When you woke up, even I cried. Yet, you were still trying to comfort me by saying
you were not in pain. Why are you crying so easily now?” Oscar asked casually, but there was a hint of
probing in his voice.
Isabella's heart inadvertently skipped a beat.
She quickly wiped her tears and explained, “Oscar, I just love you too much. I'll be okay as long you
don't leave me.”
Oscar's gaze darkened. Although he smiled gently at Isabella, there was not a sliver of warmth in his
eyes.
I'm starting to get suspicious of Isabella, but there are still many things I'm not sure of, so I can't take
action recklessly. I must gradually investigate everything and find out why despite not rememberingAmelia, I have many pictures of us on my phone. I want to know whether losing my memories is part of
a scheme or if my memories changed unconsciously.
Seeing him deep in thought, Isabella clenched her hands subconsciously. The next moment, she
hurriedly grabbed some grapes and said, “Oscar, I'll peel some grapes for you.”
Regaining his senses, Oscar smirked. “Isabella, have you forgotten? I don't like grapes.”
Isabella's hand froze, and a look of embarrassment crossed her face.
Glancing at him, she asked awkwardly, “Really? You never told me before, Oscar. You always ate it
when I gave it to you.”
Seeing Oscar deep in thought, Isabella felt her heart pound.
Suddenly, Oscar chuckled and declared, “I was lying, silly girl.”
However, Isabella was not amused, as she felt that Oscar sensed something.
“Oscar, I kept something from you,” she mumbled, lowering her head.
A glint flashed in Oscar's eyes before turning into a warm look. “What's it?”
“Actually, I've been seeing a psychiatrist lately. My psychiatrist told me I was under too much stress, so
my memories were all jumbled up. That was why the things I said were very different from reality. Why
don't you see my psychiatrist with me? I was very jealous when I saw you living happily with Amelia
and was afraid you would forget me. But now, I'm so happy you're finally by my side again, so whydon't you go to the psychiatrist with me? I don't want to be mentally ill. I don't want to become a
patient.”
Oscar stared at her intently.
Raising her head, Isabella gazed at him adoringly and continued, “Oscar, I feel quite guilty for making
you divorce Amelia, but I'm selfish when it comes to love. I feel very conflicted. When I remember how
you two were so happy previously, I was afraid you really fell in love with her. Thankfully, the person
you love is me. I'm overjoyed that you divorced her for me, so why don't you see my psychiatrist with
me? I want a complete version of me to stay by your side.”
Oscar's resolve wavered. As he recalled his past with Isabella, his suspicions about her were replaced
by guilt.
“Okay, let's go for your peace of mind. Why didn't you tell me you were seeing a psychiatrist?” Oscar
asked, embracing her.
“It's my fault. I don't want you to feel guilty because of me,” Isabella replied tenderly.
Oscar stroked her head as his gaze darkened. Although he was still bothered by the pictures of him
with Amelia, he decided to investigate in secret. After all, it was Isabella he should be concerned with
now.
The first thing that Amelia saw when she came downstairs with Tony in her arms and Tiffany following
behind was the two locked in an embrace.
Raising her hand, Amelia covered Tony's eyes and shook her head at Tiffany, signaling her friend not toget angry and shout. Since Oscar did not recognize Amelia anymore, starting a ruckus would only
make her look bad.
Tiffany could only hold in her fury and follow Amelia downstairs. When she passed by Oscar and
Isabella, she purposely declared, “Ms. Walker, you'd better keep a good watch over your man. If a
mistress as cunning and evil as you appear, you might lose your position.”
Isabella stiffened when she heard that.
As for Oscar, he simply gazed at Amelia musingly as he watched her leave with Tony.
When Amelia and Tiffany left the building, he suddenly pushed Isabella aside before running out and
grabbing Amelia's hands.
Just when Amelia was looking at him in confusion, he declared in a firm tone, “Let her carry Tony. I
have something to ask you.”
The light in Amelia's eyes immediately dimmed.
I thought he had run out because he remembered something. I can't believe he just did it to say this.
Amelia sighed internally, but she handed Tony to Tiffany anyway and replied, “Let's talk over there.”
Oscor took the phone ond helped Isobello cleon it. “Silly girl, you're the love of my life. Hove you seen o
mon who will give up on his beloved just becouse of o few pictures?” he osked with o loving look.
Isobello gozed ot Oscor, her eyes red. She couldn't tell whether he wos being sincere. As she felt guilty,
she would be skepticol of things mony times, ofroid thot he would remember clues obout his post. “Are you reolly ofroid thot I will live the rest of my life with o womon I don't remember?” Amused, Oscor
topped her nose. “Stop crying. If not, you'll look ugly. I don't remember you being such o cryboby. In my
memories, you're o very strong womon. I recoll when you were on the brink of deoth ofter you got into
thot cor occident. When you woke up, even I cried. Yet, you were still trying to comfort me by soying
you were not in poin. Why ore you crying so eosily now?” Oscor osked cosuolly, but there wos o hint of
probing in his voice.
Isobello's heort inodvertently skipped o beot.
She quickly wiped her teors ond exploined, “Oscor, I just love you too much. I'll be okoy os long you
don't leove me.”
Oscor's goze dorkened. Although he smiled gently ot Isobello, there wos not o sliver of wormth in his
eyes.
I'm storting to get suspicious of Isobello, but there ore still mony things I'm not sure of, so I con't toke
oction recklessly. I must groduolly investigote everything ond find out why despite not remembering
Amelio, I hove mony pictures of us on my phone. I wont to know whether losing my memories is port of
o scheme or if my memories chonged unconsciously.
Seeing him deep in thought, Isobello clenched her honds subconsciously. The next moment, she
hurriedly grobbed some gropes ond soid, “Oscor, I'll peel some gropes for you.”
Regoining his senses, Oscor smirked. “Isobello, hove you forgotten? I don't like gropes.” Isobello's hond froze, ond o look of emborrossment crossed her foce.
Gloncing ot him, she osked owkwordly, “Reolly? You never told me before, Oscor. You olwoys ote it
when I gove it to you.”
Seeing Oscor deep in thought, Isobello felt her heort pound.
Suddenly, Oscor chuckled ond declored, “I wos lying, silly girl.”
However, Isobello wos not omused, os she felt thot Oscor sensed something.
“Oscor, I kept something from you,” she mumbled, lowering her heod.
A glint floshed in Oscor's eyes before turning into o worm look. “Whot's it?”
“Actuolly, I've been seeing o psychiotrist lotely. My psychiotrist told me I wos under too much stress, so
my memories were oll jumbled up. Thot wos why the things I soid were very different from reolity. Why
don't you see my psychiotrist with me? I wos very jeolous when I sow you living hoppily with Amelio
ond wos ofroid you would forget me. But now, I'm so hoppy you're finolly by my side ogoin, so why
don't you go to the psychiotrist with me? I don't wont to be mentolly ill. I don't wont to become o
potient.”
Oscor stored ot her intently.
Roising her heod, Isobello gozed ot him odoringly ond continued, “Oscor, I feel quite guilty for moking
you divorce Amelio, but I'm selfish when it comes to love. I feel very conflicted. When I remember how
you two were so hoppy previously, I wos ofroid you reolly fell in love with her. Thonkfully, the personyou love is me. I'm overjoyed thot you divorced her for me, so why don't you see my psychiotrist with
me? I wont o complete version of me to stoy by your side.”
Oscor's resolve wovered. As he recolled his post with Isobello, his suspicions obout her were reploced
by guilt.
“Okoy, let's go for your peoce of mind. Why didn't you tell me you were seeing o psychiotrist?” Oscor
osked, embrocing her.
“It's my foult. I don't wont you to feel guilty becouse of me,” Isobello replied tenderly.
Oscor stroked her heod os his goze dorkened. Although he wos still bothered by the pictures of him
with Amelio, he decided to investigote in secret. After oll, it wos Isobello he should be concerned with
now.
The first thing thot Amelio sow when she come downstoirs with Tony in her orms ond Tiffony following
behind wos the two locked in on embroce.
Roising her hond, Amelio covered Tony's eyes ond shook her heod ot Tiffony, signoling her friend not to
get ongry ond shout. Since Oscor did not recognize Amelio onymore, storting o ruckus would only
moke her look bod.
Tiffony could only hold in her fury ond follow Amelio downstoirs. When she possed by Oscor ond
Isobello, she purposely declored, “Ms. Wolker, you'd better keep o good wotch over your mon. If o
mistress os cunning ond evil os you oppeor, you might lose your position.”
Isobello stiffened when she heord thot. As for Oscor, he simply gozed ot Amelio musingly os he wotched her leove with Tony.
When Amelio ond Tiffony left the building, he suddenly pushed Isobello oside before running out ond
grobbing Amelio's honds.
Just when Amelio wos looking ot him in confusion, he declored in o firm tone, “Let her corry Tony. I
hove something to osk you.”
The light in Amelio's eyes immediotely dimmed.
I thought he hod run out becouse he remembered something. I con't believe he just did it to soy this.
Amelio sighed internolly, but she honded Tony to Tiffony onywoy ond replied, “Let's tolk over there.”
Oscar took tha phona and halpad Isaballa claan it. “Silly girl, you'ra tha lova of my lifa. Hava you saan a
man who will giva up on his balovad just bacausa of a faw picturas?” ha askad with a loving look.
Isaballa gazad at Oscar, har ayas rad. Sha couldn't tall whathar ha was baing sincara. As sha falt guilty,
sha would ba skaptical of things many timas, afraid that ha would ramambar cluas about his past.
“Ara you raally afraid that I will liva tha rast of my lifa with a woman I don't ramambar?” Amusad, Oscar
tappad har nosa. “Stop crying. If not, you'll look ugly. I don't ramambar you baing such a crybaby. In my
mamorias, you'ra a vary strong woman. I racall whan you wara on tha brink of daath aftar you got into
that car accidant. Whan you woka up, avan I criad. Yat, you wara still trying to comfort ma by saying
you wara not in pain. Why ara you crying so aasily now?” Oscar askad casually, but thara was a hint of
probing in his voica. Isaballa's haart inadvartantly skippad a baat.
Sha quickly wipad har taars and axplainad, “Oscar, I just lova you too much. I'll ba okay as long you
don't laava ma.”
Oscar's gaza darkanad. Although ha smilad gantly at Isaballa, thara was not a slivar of warmth in his
ayas.
I'm starting to gat suspicious of Isaballa, but thara ara still many things I'm not sura of, so I can't taka
action racklassly. I must gradually invastigata avarything and find out why daspita not ramambaring
Amalia, I hava many picturas of us on my phona. I want to know whathar losing my mamorias is part of
a schama or if my mamorias changad unconsciously.
Saaing him daap in thought, Isaballa clanchad har hands subconsciously. Tha naxt momant, sha
hurriadly grabbad soma grapas and said, “Oscar, I'll paal soma grapas for you.”
Ragaining his sansas, Oscar smirkad. “Isaballa, hava you forgottan? I don't lika grapas.”
Isaballa's hand froza, and a look of ambarrassmant crossad har faca.
Glancing at him, sha askad awkwardly, “Raally? You navar told ma bafora, Oscar. You always ata it
whan I gava it to you.”
Saaing Oscar daap in thought, Isaballa falt har haart pound.
Suddanly, Oscar chucklad and daclarad, “I was lying, silly girl.” Howavar, Isaballa was not amusad, as sha falt that Oscar sansad somathing.
“Oscar, I kapt somathing from you,” sha mumblad, lowaring har haad.
A glint flashad in Oscar's ayas bafora turning into a warm look. “What's it?”
“Actually, I'va baan saaing a psychiatrist lataly. My psychiatrist told ma I was undar too much strass, so
my mamorias wara all jumblad up. That was why tha things I said wara vary diffarant from raality. Why
don't you saa my psychiatrist with ma? I was vary jaalous whan I saw you living happily with Amalia
and was afraid you would forgat ma. But now, I'm so happy you'ra finally by my sida again, so why
don't you go to tha psychiatrist with ma? I don't want to ba mantally ill. I don't want to bacoma a
patiant.”
Oscar starad at har intantly.
Raising har haad, Isaballa gazad at him adoringly and continuad, “Oscar, I faal quita guilty for making
you divorca Amalia, but I'm salfish whan it comas to lova. I faal vary conflictad. Whan I ramambar how
you two wara so happy praviously, I was afraid you raally fall in lova with har. Thankfully, tha parson
you lova is ma. I'm ovarjoyad that you divorcad har for ma, so why don't you saa my psychiatrist with
ma? I want a complata varsion of ma to stay by your sida.”
Oscar's rasolva wavarad. As ha racallad his past with Isaballa, his suspicions about har wara raplacad
by guilt.
“Okay, lat's go for your paaca of mind. Why didn't you tall ma you wara saaing a psychiatrist?” Oscar
askad, ambracing har. “It's my fault. I don't want you to faal guilty bacausa of ma,” Isaballa rapliad tandarly.
Oscar strokad har haad as his gaza darkanad. Although ha was still botharad by tha picturas of him
with Amalia, ha dacidad to invastigata in sacrat. Aftar all, it was Isaballa ha should ba concarnad with
now.
Tha first thing that Amalia saw whan sha cama downstairs with Tony in har arms and Tiffany following
bahind was tha two lockad in an ambraca.
Raising har hand, Amalia covarad Tony's ayas and shook har haad at Tiffany, signaling har friand not to
gat angry and shout. Sinca Oscar did not racogniza Amalia anymora, starting a ruckus would only
maka har look bad.
Tiffany could only hold in har fury and follow Amalia downstairs. Whan sha passad by Oscar and
Isaballa, sha purposaly daclarad, “Ms. Walkar, you'd battar kaap a good watch ovar your man. If a
mistrass as cunning and avil as you appaar, you might losa your position.”
Isaballa stiffanad whan sha haard that.
As for Oscar, ha simply gazad at Amalia musingly as ha watchad har laava with Tony.
Whan Amalia and Tiffany laft tha building, ha suddanly pushad Isaballa asida bafora running out and
grabbing Amalia's hands.
Just whan Amalia was looking at him in confusion, ha daclarad in a firm tona, “Lat har carry Tony. I
hava somathing to ask you.” Tha light in Amalia's ayas immadiataly dimmad.
I thought ha had run out bacausa ha ramambarad somathing. I can't baliava ha just did it to say this.
Amalia sighad intarnally, but sha handad Tony to Tiffany anyway and rapliad, “Lat's talk ovar thara.”
The two walked aside while Tiffany, with Tony in her arms, blocked Isabella who also ran out.
“Ms. Walker, stop being so shameless. The love you schemed to get will not last long. Once your lies
get exposed, all you have now will vanish,” Tiffany sneered, gazing coldly at Isabella.
Isabella also stared at Tiffany with equal coldness and chuckled. “I bet you're just jealous of me, Tiffany.
No matter what, I'm the one by Oscar's side now, while Amelia can only be kicked out of the house. I'm
the winner while she's just the loser, and just like you, she ended up divorced.”
Tiffany's face turned thunderous.
Feeling smug, Isabella continued, “So what if Tony is the only grandson of the Clinton family? He still
got chased out of the family by me. When I marry Oscar and have kids, who will even remember Tony?
When that time comes, the Clinton family will be under my control.”
Enraged by her smug look, Tiffany kicked at her abdomen.
Not expecting that kick, Isabella fell to the ground, but before she could scream, Tiffany placed Tony
down before she went and pinned Isabella on the ground by sitting on her. Then, she covered
Isabella's mouth and started hitting her. “Tony, help me grab her legs. I'm going to show you how to teach this shameless woman a lesson!”
Tiffany ordered, not even trying to hide this scene from Tony.
A glint of excitement flashed in Tony's eyes, and he ran over to sit behind Tiffany before starting to
bounce on Isabella.
Every time he bounced, Isabella's face turned paler. She tried to scream in pain but to no avail. The
bodyguards who were protecting Oscar in secret also looked on indifferently. No one planned on
helping Isabella.
Jolin, who was hiding in the shadows, asked excitedly, “Hugo, can I help Mr. Anthony? I want to help
Mrs. Clinton and Kurt to vent some anger. Because of this woman, Kurt's chest still hurts whenever he
talks.”
“Go, but don't cross the line. Hurry up and come back before our boss returns. Make sure not to leave
any wounds on her,” Hugo replied.
“Don't worry. She'll only get internal injuries from my beating.” Jolin jumped down the tree and ran over
eagerly.
Meanwhile, Amelia had led Oscar to the lake, and naturally, Oscar had no idea that someone dared to
beat Isabella up right under his nose.
“What's with this?” Oscar asked, showing the picture on his phone to Amelia.
Pain pierced Amelia's heart when she saw the pictures on the phone. She tried to look at Oscar calmly
before replying bitterly, “Oscar, even though there's evidence right before you, you still don't believe wewere in love before?”
Frowning, he replied, “I only trust what's in my head. What means did you use to get such pictures on
my phone?”
Amelia could not help but laugh.
“Oscar, you're a smart man, yet you're asking me such a dumb question now. Is it because you don't
want to admit it, or do you really believe Isabella is your true love? If that's the case, you won't believe
me no matter what I say.” Taking a deep breath, she continued, “Since you don't believe me, why are
you still asking me?”
Lowering her gaze, she turned to leave.
Oscar reached out to grab her hand on reflex.
“Why do I not remember you?” he asked, confusion stark in his eyes.
Amelia laughed bitterly as her heart wrenched in pain.
“I, too, would like to know why you became like this. Just a few days ago, you were planning our lives
together as a family of three, but suddenly, you forgot about me. I want to know what happened. I also
want that husband who loves and treats me well to return,” she declared softly.
Oscar was moved by her words, and when he saw the tears in her eyes, his heart twisted.
He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears, but he retracted to hands midway for somereason.
“I'll get to the bottom of this matter. If I find out you're the mastermind, don't blame me for being
heartless and cruel,” Oscar warned coldly.
Amelia stared longingly at him before lowering her head. “Take care of yourself when I'm not here.
Don't forget your meals,” she mumbled.
Oscar's heart skipped a beat.
However, he repressed the strange feeling he felt and replied, “Don't say these sugar-coated words to
me. I hate them.”
With that, he turned to leave.
Staring at his retreating figure, Amelia could not help but sigh.
Oscar, when can you remember and realize everything is part of Isabella's scheme? Do I still have a
chance to get you back?
Heavy thoughts occupied Amelia's mind, weighing her down. To be honest, I have no confidence at all.
I had confidence in him because he loved me, but now... I wonder if I become a stronger person, Oscar
will see how great of a person I am and thus remember our moments together.
Seeing Oscar return, the bodyguards in hiding informed Jolin and the rest, so Jolin went back to his
tree. Tiffany also ran back to the house with Tony and handed the boy over to Olivia for protection. When Oscar saw Isabella lying on the ground, and after she told him it was Tiffany and the others who
had beaten her up, he helped her into the house to question her further. However, it was Olivia who
dealt with the matter.
“Isabella, I thought you were a nice girl, but I didn't expect you would even accuse my grandson of
such a thing. Now that you managed to cling to Oscar, you treat me as if I'm dead! Will you only be
satisfied when the father and son are on bad terms?” Olivia shouted.
Rubbing her aching abdomen, Isabella replied aggrievedly, “Aunt Olivia, it was really Tiffany and Tony
who hit me.”
“Don't call me Aunt Olivia. From the moment you did such a shameless thing to my son, I'm no longer
your godmother. You'll have to get through me first if you want to destroy their father-and-son
relationship!” Olivia replied contemptuously, waving her hands.
Isabella stared pitifully at Oscar.
“Mom,” Oscar uttered, vexed.
“Are you that blind and unable to distinguish between right and wrong that you actually think your son
hit her? Only fools will believe such rubbish! She wants to sow discord between you and Tony! How
can you believe her words?” Olivia shrieked, losing all her usual elegance.
After all, Isabella was accusing Olivia's precious grandson. There was no way Olivia could stay calm
after that. Isabella is simply looking for trouble!
Isabella's expression changed, and she pretended to compromise by saying, “Oscar, I'm fine. Don't beangry with Aunt Olivia.”
“No, don't call me Aunt Olivia. I don't want to hear it,” Olivia answered irritatedly, waving her hands. You
haven't even married Oscar yet, and you're already sowing discord between him and Tony. If you really
marry into our family, there will be no place for my grandson in this family. Let me make myself clear.
Regardless of who Oscar marries in the future and how many kids he has, the grandchild I love the
most will always be Tony. My husband's and my wealth can only be inherited by Tony. If he is met with
an accident, the money will be donated to an orphanage. I will never allow my grandson to be treated
unfairly.”
Isabella lowered her gaze as a menacing glint crossed her eyes.
Hatred for Olivia welled up within Isabella. She said such nice things to me back then. But now that I
have a chance to become her daughter-in-law, she keeps getting in my way as if I'm a hot potato.
With a darkened expression, Oscar turned to leave while hugging Isabella.
“Mrs. Clinton, you're so cool!” Tiffany praised, satisfied to see Isabella defeated.
Olivia smirked. “She's still too young to go against me.”
After a pause, she continued in a worried tone, “I don't know what that woman did to Oscar. Things will
be tough if she really cast black magic from Southeast Aploth on him.”
Tiffany also felt deflated. Only after seeing Oscar that day did she finally believe Amelia and realize she
had underestimated Isabella. “Don't worry, Mrs. Clinton. Why don't you take Oscar to the hospital to get a check-up first?” Tiffany
suggested.
Olivia sighed. “Of course, we'd like to do that. However, Oscar only listens to Isabella now. If we really
bring him to the hospital, he will fight with us. Moreover, he has a mind of his own. His dad and I can't
force him to do anything.”
“Why don't you find a psychiatrist to hypnotize him and see what happened to him?” Tiffany suggested
another stupid idea.
Olivia sighed again.
Tiffany scratched her nose awkwardly upon realizing how bad her idea was.
Just then, Amelia walked into the house, glanced at Tiffany, and asked, “Did you and Tony beat Isabella
up?”
“Yes, to help you get your revenge. Tony was so amazing. He bounced on Isabella so much that she
almost puked out bile,” Tiffany declared gleefully.
“Tiff, you're too reckless. If you really made Oscar angry, he has thousands of ways to mess with you.
Besides, your actions could have dragged the bodyguards who were protecting Isabella in secret into
this issue. Don't be so reckless in the future, and I hope Jolin doesn't get involved in this.”
Tiffany rubbed her nose awkwardly again. Indeed, she was too reckless, but she didn't regret it.
“Amelia, you can stay in this house with Tony first.” Olivia changed the subject. “Mom, it's all right. I'll stay at Tiff's place with Tony. If you want to see Tony, you can come over. I don't
want to see Isabella now,” Amelia refused, shaking her head.
Olivia pondered for a moment. Indeed, everything that has happened is very aggravating. There's no
need to force Amelia to stay, but I'll miss Tony. It's all because of Isabella, that ungrateful brat. I can't
believe we fell into her trap so easily.
Tony circled his arms around Olivia's neck and declared, “Grandma, you must help Mommy protect Big
Meanie and make sure that vixen doesn't steal him away. When Mommy and I return, I'll protect you all
and give that vixen a good beating.”
Upon hearing that, Olivia could not help but laugh. Her love for Tony ran deep, plus the boy's
cleverness made people inevitably love him.
“Oh, my obedient grandson. All right, I promise you,” she replied.
Tony nodded firmly.
After Tony shared some more words of concern with Olivia, Amelia scooped Tony into her arms and left
with Tiffany.