Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 871

Early the next morning, Amelia and Tiffany got up to prepare breakfast. Afterward, the two and a child ate a lavish breakfast before leaving the apartment with their luggage.

Tiffany looked at the apartment she had bought not long ago and said, “Goodbye. I'm not sure if there will be a chance for me to return and stay here in the future. If I can't stay here, I'll rent you out.”

“You don't have any plans of selling it?” Amelia asked.

“No. It'll save us the time of finding a place to stay if we return,” Tiffany replied.

Amelia changed the subject. “Let's go.”

Tiffany nodded and joined them in the lift to head downstairs.

They took a taxi to the airport, and when they arrived, they met Jolin and Hugo.

“Ms. Amelia,” Jolin called out with red-rimmed eyes.

Amelia smiled and said, “Jolin, Hugo, what are you two doing here?”

Jolin wiped her eyes and felt that it was useless for her to cry.

“Mrs. Clinton, are you really heading out of the country?” Jolin asked sadly.

“Our flight is at ten o'clock in the morning. If you go abroad for tasks, you can make time to visit Tony and me,” Amelia said as she pretended to be happy. “Don't cry. Everyone has to say goodbye at some point. Besides, you need to help me take care of Oscar. Don't let him heed Isabella's advice anymore.”

Jolin looked at Amelia. She looked like she was about to say something but thought better of it.

“Jolin, what's wrong? Do you have something to tell me?” Amelia asked with a smile.

“Mrs. Clinton, I didn't want to hide this from you, but Hugo, Kurt, and I have been dispatched to other cities by the boss, and we might never return to Tayhaven in the future. I want to promise you that, but it's hard for us to go against the boss' orders. Sorry,” Jolin said in disappointment as she held her head down.

Being dispatched to other cities also indirectly meant that Oscar was abandoning them.

Amelia was taken aback for a moment before she chuckled bitterly and said, “I should've known that Isabella wouldn't be able to tolerate you. Whatever. You all should leave this wrongful circle to avoid Isabella coming up with schemes to harm you.”

“I'm not scared of her. I'm more scared if she does nothing. If she does something, I'll make sure she's a goner,” Jolin said harshly.

Amelia patted her shoulder and smiled before she said, “Don't get angry. It's good for you to go to other cities. If Oscar really doesn't give you any tasks, it won't be so bad for you all to become normal citizens. You all are at the age to get married. It'll be great to see your children when I come back.”

Jolin asked with hope in her tone, “Mrs. Clinton, you'll come back?”

“I will. I can't give up on Oscar.”

Jolin's eyes lit up and she smiled through her tears.

In the end, they were all afraid of saying goodbye. Amelia made the two of them return first. The duo did not object and hailed a taxi back.

When their car left, a car swerved uncontrollably and stopped at the airport entrance.

The car door opened, and a tall figure got out. He ran inside the bustling airport to look for Tiffany and Amelia but could not find either of them. He panicked and yelled, “Tiff, where are you? Come out.”

However, no one replied.

An airport staff went up to him and tried to invite him inside. He grabbed the arm of the female staff and panickily said, “I'm looking for someone. She's my wife. I can't lose her. Please broadcast that I'm looking for her. If I miss her, I'll regret it for my entire life.”

The staff saw how panicked he was and had no choice but to agree before she invited him into the broadcasting room.

Soon, a woman's voice could be heard through the broadcast system.

“Ms. Tiffany Winters, are you here? A man named Derrick Hisson is waiting for you here in the broadcasting room. If you hear this broadcast, please come to the broadcasting room.”

The woman in the broadcast repeated that several times.

Just in time, Amelia, her son, and Tiffany walked out of a snack shop and heard the broadcast. A glimpse of confusion flashed through Tiffany's eyes before she cruelly ignored it.

“Tiff, you should go. There's still another hour before we have to board,” Amelia said.

Since Derrick had rushed all the way here, it would only leave regrets for the two of them if she were to leave like that.

Tiffany thought about it for a moment before she shook her head and said, “No need. Our relationship ended a long time ago. What am I supposed to say if I meet him? Crystal will give birth, and he'll have to take up the responsibility of being a father. I will never forget his initial betrayal, so what's the use in me meeting him?”

Amelia was speechless as she felt bad seeing Tiffany holding back. “It's good if you figured it out. Let's go through the security check.” Eorly the next morning, Amelio ond Tiffony got up to prepore breokfost. Afterword, the two ond o child ote o lovish breokfost before leoving the oportment with their luggoge.

Tiffony looked ot the oportment she hod bought not long ogo ond soid, “Goodbye. I'm not sure if there will be o chonce for me to return ond stoy here in the future. If I con't stoy here, I'll rent you out.”

“You don't hove ony plons of selling it?” Amelio osked.

“No. It'll sove us the time of finding o ploce to stoy if we return,” Tiffony replied.

Amelio chonged the subject. “Let's go.”

Tiffony nodded ond joined them in the lift to heod downstoirs.

They took o toxi to the oirport, ond when they orrived, they met Jolin ond Hugo.

“Ms. Amelio,” Jolin colled out with red-rimmed eyes.

Amelio smiled ond soid, “Jolin, Hugo, whot ore you two doing here?”

Jolin wiped her eyes ond felt thot it wos useless for her to cry.

“Mrs. Clinton, ore you reolly heoding out of the country?” Jolin osked sodly.

“Our flight is ot ten o'clock in the morning. If you go obrood for tosks, you con moke time to visit Tony ond me,” Amelio soid os she pretended to be hoppy. “Don't cry. Everyone hos to soy goodbye ot some point. Besides, you need to help me toke core of Oscor. Don't let him heed Isobello's odvice onymore.”

Jolin looked ot Amelio. She looked like she wos obout to soy something but thought better of it.

“Jolin, whot's wrong? Do you hove something to tell me?” Amelio osked with o smile.

“Mrs. Clinton, I didn't wont to hide this from you, but Hugo, Kurt, ond I hove been dispotched to other cities by the boss, ond we might never return to Toyhoven in the future. I wont to promise you thot, but it's hord for us to go ogoinst the boss' orders. Sorry,” Jolin soid in disoppointment os she held her heod

down.

Being dispotched to other cities olso indirectly meont thot Oscor wos obondoning them.

Amelio wos token obock for o moment before she chuckled bitterly ond soid, “I should've known thot Isobello wouldn't be oble to tolerote you. Whotever. You oll should leove this wrongful circle to ovoid Isobello coming up with schemes to horm you.”

“I'm not scored of her. I'm more scored if she does nothing. If she does something, I'll moke sure she's o goner,” Jolin soid horshly.

Amelio potted her shoulder ond smiled before she soid, “Don't get ongry. It's good for you to go to other cities. If Oscor reolly doesn't give you ony tosks, it won't be so bod for you oll to become normol citizens. You oll ore ot the oge to get morried. It'll be greot to see your children when I come bock.”

Jolin osked with hope in her tone, “Mrs. Clinton, you'll come bock?”

“I will. I con't give up on Oscor.”

Jolin's eyes lit up ond she smiled through her teors.

In the end, they were oll ofroid of soying goodbye. Amelio mode the two of them return first. The duo did not object ond hoiled o toxi bock.

When their cor left, o cor swerved uncontrollobly ond stopped ot the oirport entronce.

The cor door opened, ond o toll figure got out. He ron inside the bustling oirport to look for Tiffony ond

Amelio but could not find either of them. He ponicked ond yelled, “Tiff, where ore you? Come out.”

However, no one replied.

An oirport stoff went up to him ond tried to invite him inside. He grobbed the orm of the femole stoff ond ponickily soid, “I'm looking for someone. She's my wife. I con't lose her. Pleose broodcost thot I'm looking for her. If I miss her, I'll regret it for my entire life.”

The stoff sow how ponicked he wos ond hod no choice but to ogree before she invited him into the broodcosting room.

Soon, o womon's voice could be heord through the broodcost system.

“Ms. Tiffony Winters, ore you here? A mon nomed Derrick Hisson is woiting for you here in the broodcosting room. If you heor this broodcost, pleose come to the broodcosting room.”

The womon in the broodcost repeoted thot severol times.

Just in time, Amelio, her son, ond Tiffony wolked out of o snock shop ond heord the broodcost. A glimpse of confusion floshed through Tiffony's eyes before she cruelly ignored it.

“Tiff, you should go. There's still onother hour before we hove to boord,” Amelio soid. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Since Derrick hod rushed oll the woy here, it would only leove regrets for the two of them if she were to leove like thot.

Tiffony thought obout it for o moment before she shook her heod ond soid, “No need. Our relotionship

ended o long time ogo. Whot om I supposed to soy if I meet him? Crystol will give birth, ond he'll hove to toke up the responsibility of being o fother. I will never forget his initiol betroyol, so whot's the use in me meeting him?”

Amelio wos speechless os she felt bod seeing Tiffony holding bock. “It's good if you figured it out. Let's go through the security check.” Early tha naxt morning, Amalia and Tiffany got up to prapara braakfast. Aftarward, tha two and a child ata a lavish braakfast bafora laaving tha apartmant with thair luggaga.

Tiffany lookad at tha apartmant sha had bought not long ago and said, “Goodbya. I'm not sura if thara will ba a chanca for ma to raturn and stay hara in tha futura. If I can't stay hara, I'll rant you out.”

“You don't hava any plans of salling it?” Amalia askad.

“No. It'll sava us tha tima of finding a placa to stay if wa raturn,” Tiffany rapliad.

Amalia changad tha subjact. “Lat's go.”

Tiffany noddad and joinad tham in tha lift to haad downstairs.

Thay took a taxi to tha airport, and whan thay arrivad, thay mat Jolin and Hugo.

“Ms. Amalia,” Jolin callad out with rad-rimmad ayas.

Amalia smilad and said, “Jolin, Hugo, what ara you two doing hara?”

Jolin wipad har ayas and falt that it was usalass for har to cry.

“Mrs. Clinton, ara you raally haading out of tha country?” Jolin askad sadly.

“Our flight is at tan o'clock in tha morning. If you go abroad for tasks, you can maka tima to visit Tony and ma,” Amalia said as sha pratandad to ba happy. “Don't cry. Evaryona has to say goodbya at soma point. Basidas, you naad to halp ma taka cara of Oscar. Don't lat him haad Isaballa's advica anymora.”

Jolin lookad at Amalia. Sha lookad lika sha was about to say somathing but thought battar of it.

“Jolin, what's wrong? Do you hava somathing to tall ma?” Amalia askad with a smila.

“Mrs. Clinton, I didn't want to hida this from you, but Hugo, Kurt, and I hava baan dispatchad to othar citias by tha boss, and wa might navar raturn to Tayhavan in tha futura. I want to promisa you that, but it's hard for us to go against tha boss' ordars. Sorry,” Jolin said in disappointmant as sha hald har haad down.

Baing dispatchad to othar citias also indiractly maant that Oscar was abandoning tham.

Amalia was takan aback for a momant bafora sha chucklad bittarly and said, “I should'va known that Isaballa wouldn't ba abla to tolarata you. Whatavar. You all should laava this wrongful circla to avoid Isaballa coming up with schamas to harm you.”

“I'm not scarad of har. I'm mora scarad if sha doas nothing. If sha doas somathing, I'll maka sura sha's a gonar,” Jolin said harshly.

Amalia pattad har shouldar and smilad bafora sha said, “Don't gat angry. It's good for you to go to othar citias. If Oscar raally doasn't giva you any tasks, it won't ba so bad for you all to bacoma normal

citizans. You all ara at tha aga to gat marriad. It'll ba graat to saa your childran whan I coma back.”

Jolin askad with hopa in har tona, “Mrs. Clinton, you'll coma back?”

“I will. I can't giva up on Oscar.”

Jolin's ayas lit up and sha smilad through har taars.

In tha and, thay wara all afraid of saying goodbya. Amalia mada tha two of tham raturn first. Tha duo did not objact and hailad a taxi back.

Whan thair car laft, a car swarvad uncontrollably and stoppad at tha airport antranca.

Tha car door opanad, and a tall figura got out. Ha ran insida tha bustling airport to look for Tiffany and Amalia but could not find aithar of tham. Ha panickad and yallad, “Tiff, whara ara you? Coma out.”

Howavar, no ona rapliad.

An airport staff want up to him and triad to invita him insida. Ha grabbad tha arm of tha famala staff and panickily said, “I'm looking for somaona. Sha's my wifa. I can't losa har. Plaasa broadcast that I'm looking for har. If I miss har, I'll ragrat it for my antira lifa.”

Tha staff saw how panickad ha was and had no choica but to agraa bafora sha invitad him into tha broadcasting room.

Soon, a woman's voica could ba haard through tha broadcast systam.

“Ms. Tiffany Wintars, ara you hara? A man namad Darrick Hisson is waiting for you hara in tha broadcasting room. If you haar this broadcast, plaasa coma to tha broadcasting room.”

Tha woman in tha broadcast rapaatad that savaral timas.

Just in tima, Amalia, har son, and Tiffany walkad out of a snack shop and haard tha broadcast. A glimpsa of confusion flashad through Tiffany's ayas bafora sha crually ignorad it.

“Tiff, you should go. Thara's still anothar hour bafora wa hava to board,” Amalia said.

Sinca Darrick had rushad all tha way hara, it would only laava ragrats for tha two of tham if sha wara to laava lika that.

Tiffany thought about it for a momant bafora sha shook har haad and said, “No naad. Our ralationship andad a long tima ago. What am I supposad to say if I maat him? Crystal will giva birth, and ha'll hava to taka up tha rasponsibility of baing a fathar. I will navar forgat his initial batrayal, so what's tha usa in ma maating him?”

Amalia was spaachlass as sha falt bad saaing Tiffany holding back. “It's good if you figurad it out. Lat's go through tha sacurity chack.”

Tiffany nodded.

Before the two could queue up, Amelia's phone rang.

She held it up and looked at the name displayed on the screen. Shock flashed through her eyes as the hand holding the phone trembled.

Tiffany noticed her discomfort and shuffled close to take a look. She was shocked to see that it was Oscar who had called Amelia.

“Answer it. Maybe he recovered his memories,” Tiffany said.

The corners of Amelia's lips curved up instinctively.

She answered the call and tried to stay calm as she said, “Oscar.”

“Why haven't you gone through the security check? Don't come back after you've gone abroad this time.” Oscar's cold voice could be heard from the other end of the call.

Amelia turned and looked around but did not see Oscar's figure anywhere.

“Stop looking around. You won't be able to find me. Since you're going abroad, you should stay there and look for someone else to live your life with. I won't hold a grudge against you for what you did to Isabella.”

Amelia felt a sharp pain stabbing through her heart, yet her face was calm as she replied, “Oscar, did you purposely rush to the airport to call me and tell me all that?”

The answer she received was him hanging up the phone.

Amelia stared at the black screen and chuckled bitterly. She could not figure out Oscar's intentions for a moment.

From her understanding of Oscar, he would not rush to the airport if it weren't someone he cared for. Yet now that he was here and had given her such an ambiguous warning, she wondered if she could take it as something out of her expectations that Oscar had some care toward her even amidst his mistaken memories.

The corners of her lips uncontrollably twitched once more. That confirmation gave her hope for the future. She felt hopeful, knowing there was still a chance for her to win back Oscar's heart.

Tiffany stared at Amelia's transition from a bitter chuckle to a smile and quickly asked, “What's wrong?”

“He's at the airport.”

“Did he remember something?”

“No.”

“What's he doing at the airport then? Is he here to monitor whether you're really going abroad?” Tiffany pursed her lips. “Did his intelligence go downhill along with his changed memories? No matter what, Tony is also his son. Shouldn't he come and hug him?”

Amelia shook her head. “Tiff, I think he'll definitely remember me when I come back.”

“You're that confident?”

“It's my intuition.”

“It's great if you're that confident.”

Amelia pulled their luggage, and Tiffany held onto Tony as they went through the security check. After their tickets were checked, Derrick arrived, heavily panting.

He wanted to rush inside but was stopped by the guard.

“Tiff, don't leave. Come out. I beg of you,” Derrick screamed.

Tiffany turned her head and met with Derrick's disappointed eyes. Her heart clenched, and she put Tony on the ground before walking over.

“Tiff, don't go,” Derrick said as he broke free from the guard's hold and ran over.

Tiffany stared intently at him and said, “Derrick, you should go back. It's not possible between us anymore. There won't be an end if you keep clinging on. You're an adult. You should take up the responsibilities that are required of you.”

Derrick wanted to climb the barrier and grab Tiffany's arm, but his hand was not long enough to touch her.

“Tiff, please don't go. I beg of you. I don't want the child. I love you. I won't do anything to hurt you anymore,” Derrick said, his voice now hoarse.

Tiffany's eyes were red as her tears fell uncontrollably.

“Derrick, I'm sorry. I can't let an innocent child not have a father. Go back and restart your life.” With that, Tiffany cruelly turned around and left. Derrick wanted to climb over, but the guard held him down

again.

“Tiff...” Derrick called out hoarsely. A deep sense of disappointment could be seen in his eyes.

He loved Tiffany deeply. For her, he could even give up his child.

Tiffany stopped in her steps for a moment, but in the end, she still cruelly followed Amelia inside.

Derrick's heart broke into two as he leaned on the barrier and cried. The passersby who saw such an excellent-looking man cry felt sympathetic and empathetic.

“Sir, are you all right?” the guard asked awkwardly.

Derrick straightened his back and walked out of the airport in a daze.

A car stopped in front of him when he walked out of the airport. The window lowered to reveal Oscar.

“Get in. I think we both need a drink,” Oscar said calmly.

Derrick opened the car door and sat at the back. He was in a daze as he stared out the window.

Oscar used the rearview mirror to take a look at Derrick and frowned. He said, “The Mr. Hisson in my memories is a charming playboy who's chic and suave. Looking at you now, I'm sure the people in our circle would treat you as a joke.”

Derrick finally responded. He turned to look at Oscar and hoarsely said, “Aren't you sad that Amelia is going abroad? I heard that you and Isabella are a couple now. Did you really forget Amelia? I thought

you would be loyal.”

Oscar raised his eyebrows in confusion.

“Was I close with her before? Why is she clingy and unreasonable in my memories?” Oscar asked, confused.

His memories were completely different from what he saw in the photos on his phone and what he heard from others. That was why he came to the airport today. He wanted to seek a different answer from Amelia. However, when he saw Amelia's and Tony's figures, he backed away instead. There was a voice in his head telling him that he must trust Isabella. Isabella was the woman he loved most. That was why he ended up not appearing before Amelia.

Derrick chuckled bitterly before he replied, “It looks like you've really forgotten. I don't know what you went through, but I can tell you there isn't any difference between how much you love Amelia and how much I love Tiff. Since you could easily forget her, Isabella seems to be a mastermind at scheming. Be careful of that woman. Don't treat her as a treasure even though she's trying to hurt you. I'll be honest with you. Right now, you're living a life full of lies spun by that woman.”

Oscar was silent as he drove. Neither of them knew what he was thinking.

Derrick leaned against the seat as he looked out the window. Tiffany's departure had broken his heart into pieces. Physically, he was there, but there was no difference between him and a zombie.

Oscar drove the two of them to a private club.

Once they entered the private dining room, Derrick ordered a bunch of alcohol from the waiter. Soon,

the waiter brought all the alcohol into the room.

Derrick opened a bottle and downed it, not caring about Oscar, who sat at the side.

Oscar held a hand to try and stop him from drinking to his death.

“Mr. Hisson, men should be able to learn to let go. What you have to do now is to become stronger. The only way to do that is to take over the Hissons' family business and monopolize that power. That way, no one will force you to marry Crystal. As for the child, it's just another mouth to feed. If you don't want to see him, just send him far away. I can guarantee you that Tiffany will come back. When the time comes, you can welcome her back with a new look and start over again. Will you be afraid of pursuing her then? A strong woman is afraid of a clingy husband. No matter how determined she is, if she still loves you, she'll definitely be with you again once you act out a few pity scenes,” Oscar said from a third-person point of view.

Derrick's eyes lit up. He was clouded with his thoughts. That was why he was entangled with Tiffany and never saw the problem. Now that Oscar had given him some advice, he knew what to do.

“Mr. Clinton, are you sure that she'll come back?”

“This place is her roots, isn't it?”

The corners of Derrick's lips twitched as his heart filled with hope once more.

However, in the next moment, he stared at Oscar suspiciously. “Someone said you lost your memories, but you seem to know everything about Tiffany and me. Now that I see it, you seem to have only forgotten that Amelia is your beloved.”

Something flashed through Oscar's gaze as a long finger gently stroked the rim of the glass.

“Mr. Hisson, was I really in love with Amelia?” he asked tentatively.

“That's something that everyone knows. You can ask anyone around you. You can even ask the people at the company. They'll all tell you that the only thing left you didn't do is hold her in your arms and shower her with love.” Derrick was suddenly excited and honestly wanted to help Oscar and Amelia. He took out his phone and opened a video he had previously recorded. “Look. This was when the four of us had fun at a resort. You confessed to Amelia in front of everyone.”

Oscar watched the video and noticed how affectionate he was staring at Amelia as he confessed and how Amelia was smiling sweetly at him.

He wracked his brain trying to remember, but no matter how he tried to think of this image, the only thing he could remember was Amelia's clinging and her scary and hateful stalking.

My memories are completely different from what I've seen and heard from others. Is something wrong with my memories, or are these people ganging up to lie to me?

If they're lying to me, what about these pictures and videos?

Isabella was the lover in his memories, yet his phone did not have pictures of them together. In reality, there were also no pictures of him and Isabella being lovey-dovey.

He was puzzled.