Chapter 850Chapter 848
Oscar picked Tony up and touched Amelia's cheek. “You followed me to the Walker residence, didn't
you?”
Amelia smiled faintly. “So, you knew everything.”
With Tony in his arm, Oscar put his other arm around her and walked upstairs. He put Tony to bed
before heading back with her to their bedroom.
Amelia asked, “Oscar, don't you have anything to say to me?”
Oscar pursed his lips and remained silent.
A hint of disappointment flashed across Amelia's eyes as she breathed, “Oscar, things between us
were fine at first. Can you tell me why you're caring so much about Isabella now? Have you really fallen
in love with her?”
“No.” Oscar sighed and pulled her into his arms. “If everything I've done for you is not enough to make
you believe me, then I am not sure how much better I should do to gain your trust again.”
Amelia leaned against his chest quietly, listening to his regular heartbeat. “Let's go to sleep. I'm a little
tired.”
Oscar looked a little surprised. He lowered his head, staring at Amelia's soft hair, and asked, “Don't you
have more questions for me?” “Didn't you ask me to believe in your love for me? I believe your love for me can stand up to scrutiny, so
why should I keep questioning you about that?” Amelia looked up and blinked innocently.
Oscar could not stop his lips from curling upward at that sight. He stroked her hair and said, “I promise
what happened today will never happen again.”
Hearing that, Amelia nodded in response.
Oscar held her chin, leaning lower to kiss her. Then, he gently placed her on the bed behind them
before pressing on top of her.
After an intimate moment together, Amelia put away the doubts about him to the back of her head and
fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, Oscar felt even more refreshed than before. He lowered his head and watched Amelia
sleeping soundly. The look in his eyes grew more affectionate. He reached out and brushed a strand of
her hair behind her ear, then leaned closer and kissed her lips softly. When he pulled back, he said with
great tenderness, “Amelia, I'm sorry for upsetting you tonight. I promise this will not happen again. I'll
see a psychiatrist tomorrow.”
Amelia was clueless about his decision as she continued to sleep soundly, and she even murmured,
“Oscar, Tony and I love you very much.”
Oscar's smile widened when he heard that.
The next day, after having breakfast, Oscar said, “Amelia, I've made an appointment with Dr. RowenCombs, a well-known psychiatrist in our country. Why don't you come with me?”
Holding the napkin, Amelia looked at Oscar in surprise. “Oscar, why did you make an appointment with
a psychiatrist? Who's got a psychological problem?”
“It's for me,” said Oscar.
Amelia parted her lips a little, staring at Oscar as if he was messing with her. “Oscar, that's not funny.
Why are you seeing a psychiatrist when you're doing just fine?”
“Just come with me and don't ask any questions. Please?”
On second thought, Amelia seemed to understand why he needed to see a psychiatrist. Perhaps he
thought something was wrong with him to suddenly change his mind about Isabella.
The thought that no one else could treat her the same as Oscar, who seemed to have convinced
himself that he was mentally ill, made her heart skip a beat.
“Oscar, you don't have to do this. I believe you aren't cheating on me.” Amelia smiled.
Oscar said bluntly, “But I won't allow you to feel upset, especially when you're upset because of me.”
In the end, Amelia agreed to go to the appointment with him.
Upon arriving at Faith Psychiatric Clinic, a tall receptionist in a nurse uniform led them inside an office.
Rowen stood up and extended a hand to Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, you're here. Let's relax a little and have achat.”
Oscar shook his hand.
Rowen shook hands with Amelia as well and greeted, “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Clinton.”
Amelia smiled. “Dr. Combs, just call me Amelia.”
Rowen smiled. “Don't call me doctor. You can call me Rowen instead. Everyone here calls me by my
first name. It makes me feel closer to everyone. There's no need for formality here.”
Amelia had a better impression of this psychiatrist, who was already in his sixties.
Rowen invited the two to sit on the couch and asked casually, “Mr. Clinton, would you rather have Mrs.
Clinton join the session, or do you want her to wait for you outside?”
Before Oscar could say anything, Amelia beat him to it. “I'll wait for you outside.”
Then she stood up and walked out of the office.
Sitting with his hands crossed, Rowen, like a kind and caring old man, said, “Mr. Clinton, let's chat
casually.”
Oscar looked at him and said, “Dr. Combs, you are quite reputable in this field, and that is why I told my
assistant to arrange an appointment with you today. But then, I hope no one finds out I am seeing a
psychiatrist. I'm sure you understand what I mean, right?” Rowen was still smiling as he said, “Mr. Clinton, don't worry about that. I've been a psychiatrist for over
thirty years. You can trust my professionalism.”
Oscar nodded.
“I've been recalling some complicated and messy memories lately, and I don't know when those
memories occurred. They feel vaguely familiar to me. Can you enlighten me about that? This issue has
affected my routine, and I hope you can help me solve that.” Oscar sat with his legs crossed, looking
very elegant, but his authoritative aura did not fall behind the psychiatrist who had been in this
profession for more than thirty years.
Rowen nodded and asked tentatively, “Mr. Clinton, can you try to relax a little? You can start by slowly
closing your eyes and picturing yourself standing on a vast, peaceful grassland. All right. You may start
relaxing now.”
Slowly, Oscar closed his eyes. Then, accompanied by Rowen's gentle voice, he pictured himself
standing on a vast grassland. He tried his best to relax, but his mind was still tense.
“Mr. Clinton, can you try to describe the memories you've been recalling recently? Try to describe them
as much as possible,” said Rowen.
Oscar started describing them vaguely, and he got a little confused. “Actually, I don't really know how to
describe them. Those memories are blurry, and I can't recall anything else. It just feels familiar, like I've
experienced it before, but I don't remember when.”
“Mr. Clinton, is it possible that your memories are things you've experienced but you've chosen toforget them for some reason?”
“No way,” Oscar answered firmly. But the next second, he grew perplexed. “Or maybe I have.”
At that moment, Rowen could finally tell that the heir of the Clinton family, who had intimidated many
business tycoons, was now trapped in and troubled by his chaotic memories.
Rowen was about to say something when Oscar suddenly opened his eyes and shot him a sharp glare.
Startled, Rowen asked in a quavering voice, “M-Mr. Clinton, what's wrong?”
Oscar withdrew his gaze and shook his head. “Dr. Combs, I think that's all for today. I'll come again
tomorrow.”
Rowen stood up and said, “Mr. Clinton, we haven't made any progress today. Why don't we continue
our session?”
Oscar ran a hand down his face and said, “No thanks. You can empty your schedule and arrange for
me to come again tomorrow.”
Left with no choice, Rowen could only see him off.
Seeing Oscar step out of the office, Amelia asked in surprise, “Oscar, you're done already?”
“I just chatted a little with Dr. Combs. I feel much better now. Let's go,” Oscar said nonchalantly.
Amelia nodded to Rowen as a sign of gratitude before leaving the clinic with Oscar. After getting inside the car, Amelia looked at Oscar and asked, “Oscar, are you really okay?”
Oscar turned around and looked at her, smiling. “Why wouldn't I be okay? Don't worry. I'll send you
home first. I have to attend a meeting at the company. Call me if you need anything.”
Amelia nodded.
Having sent Amelia home, Oscar leaned closer and kissed her. Then he pulled back and said, “Go on.
I'll come home and have dinner with you and Tony.”
Amelia's cheeks flushed. “Be careful on the road.”
She got out of the car and watched Oscar drive away before heading inside the building.
Upon returning to the company, Oscar took the elevator and went to the top floor. Right after he
stepped out of the elevator, he bumped into Isabella, who had walked over to him while holding a
dessert box.
Plagued by his vague and chaotic memories, Oscar was not in the mood to be friendly toward Isabella.
“Oscar, I've been waiting for you,” said Isabella shyly.
It was truly shameless of Isabella to continue pestering Oscar.
Oscar took a deep breath and said, “Get lost.” Looking at him with a sad expression, Isabella said, “Oscar, I made all these snacks for you, and I
accidentally burned my hand in the process. Why don't you eat some? Don't let my efforts go to waste.”
Meeting Isabella's eyes, Oscar could not help recalling Isabella's blurry figure in his memories again. In
the next second, he was reminded of the scene where he and Isabella were chasing after each other
on the field. Although the figures in his memories were blurry, his instincts told him they were him and
Isabella.
He did not remember sharing that memory with Isabella, but somehow, he could not refuse her at that
moment. He had always been cold-hearted, yet lately, he couldn't bring himself to be cold toward her.
However, he knew it was not because of love.
It was as if someone had drugged him.
Taking another deep breath, he said, “Come in.”
A smug look flashed across Isabella's eyes. She knew Bernard's drug and hypnosis must have worked
their wonders. Although the effects were not apparent, she believed she could achieve her goals if she
put in more effort. Soon, she would get everything she wanted.
At that thought, she was secretly thrilled.
Right then, Linda walked into the office with a stack of documents and interrupted Isabella's
excitement.
“Mr. Clinton, everyone is waiting for you in the conference room. Do you want to have the meeting now
or postpone it?” Linda asked. Isabella's expression darkened a little when she heard that.
“We'll do it now,” said Oscar. With that, he turned around and brushed past Isabella to head to the
conference room.
“Oscar, I made all these snacks for you. Don't you want to have some?” Isabella asked.
Oscar glanced at Linda and said, “Linda, take these snacks from Ms. Walker and share them with the
others in the office.”
Linda nodded. She was about to take the snacks from Isabella, but Isabella glared at her.
Isabella trotted over to Oscar, blocked his path, and said weakly, “Oscar, have some first. Please.”
A disgusted look flashed across Linda's eyes when she took in Isabella's pretentious behavior.
Seeing the tears brimming in Isabella's eyes, Oscar felt his heart soften for some reason. However, as
he remembered Amelia's trust in him, his eyes turned cold and he said, “Linda, why are you still
standing there? Take the snacks from Ms. Walker and distribute them to everyone else before joining
us in the conference room with the relevant documents.”
Linda quickly took the dessert box from Isabella and said, “Ms. Walker, thank you for the snacks.”
Then, she told another secretary to share the snacks with the other colleagues before chasing after
Oscar in her high heels.
Isabella's face was distorted with rage. The secretary distributed all the snacks to the other secretaries and assistants in the office. While
holding the last piece, she walked over to Isabella. “Ms. Walker, there's one left. Do you want it?”
“Get lost!” Isabella smacked the snack away from the secretary, then stomped away in her high heels.
Her plan was about to succeed, but Linda appeared out of nowhere and ruined it. She hated Linda so
much because of this.
Leaving Clinton Corporations, Isabella sat inside her car and received a call from Bernard.
As soon as she answered the call, he asked, “When is he coming over?”
Since she was still angry about the previous incident, Isabella replied in a harsh tone, “Professor
Zabinski, give me a couple more days. I will get it done soon.”
“Isabella, I can only give you five more days. I'll find someone else to get things done if you're this
useless. I can't postpone my experiment for you,” Bernard warned her for the very last time.
Isabella suppressed her anger and said, “All right, I got it.”
After ending the call, she raised her head to look at the skyscraper and gritted her teeth before driving
away.
On her way back, her car was blocked by another vehicle.
A tall, dark figure walked over to her car, knocking on the window. Isabella rolled down the window andasked, “Kurt, what are you up to? There are many people coming and going here. Are you trying to rob
and kill me, or are you trying to rob and force your way with me?”
Kurt stared at her condescendingly. Then, lifting a dagger, he pointed at her neck. “Move aside.”
Isabella glanced at the dagger. Her pupils shrank a little, and she obediently moved to the passenger
seat.
After that, Kurt sat in the driver's seat, put on the seatbelt, and drove off.
Seeing that Kurt had turned the steering wheel around, Isabella knew he was heading in the opposite
direction. She grabbed her seat and forced herself to stay calm as she asked, “Kurt, what are you
doing? You should know that it's illegal to murder someone. I am still the precious daughter of the
Walker family. If something terrible happens to me, the Walkers will not sit idly by. Also, there are
surveillance cameras around the area where you blocked me just now. They will know you have
abducted me once they start investigating.”
Kurt glanced at her and said coldly, “Shut up!”
Immediately, Isabella clammed up.
Kurt drove them to a crowded park. He pressed the dagger against Isabella's face and questioned her,
“Tell me, what did you do to Boss? I'll cut your face if you dare hide anything from me.”
Looking at the dagger on her face, Isabella panicked and leaned backward slightly. However, she
pretended to be tough as she said, “Kurt, what the hell are you doing? I must warn you that the
Walkers will not let you get away with hurting me.” Kurt narrowed his eyes. “Try me. Let's see if it's faster for me to kill you or for the Walkers to take
revenge on me.”
Isabella gulped and acted innocent. “I don't know what you were talking about. What can I do to Oscar
when I am only a spoiled rich woman who knows how to buy expensive bags all the time? He can ruin
me with just a word, so what can I possibly do to him? Also, Oscar is doing fine, isn't he? Why are you
talking as if something horrible has happened to him? Are you cursing him?”
A sharp glint flickered across Kurt's eyes. He moved his hand a little, and Isabella immediately felt a
sharp pain on her left cheek. She lifted her hand to touch her face, and when she looked at her hand
again, she panicked when she saw the red liquid and almost passed out at that sight.
“Kurt, how dare you? H-How dare you ruin my face? Argh! I'll fight you to the death for this.”
“Behave yourself if you don't want to die.” Kurt waved the dagger in his hand.
Looking at the dagger that was so close to her, Isabella dared not make a fuss again.
“Are you going to tell me the truth or not?” Kurt continued.
Isabella took out a napkin from her purse and pressed it on her cheek to stop the bleeding. “You must
be out of your mind. What do you expect me to say when I've done nothing? Are you having fun
accusing me? I am only around Oscar so much because I love him. Do you have to do this to me? Did
Amelia send you here? Can she not tolerate someone else loving Oscar too? She is being petty to
eliminate her rivals like this.” “Shut up!” Kurt chided.
Isabella stopped talking.
Kurt held the dagger near to her face and said, “Isabella, if you refuse to tell me the truth, I have plenty
of ways to torture you so much that you'll start begging me to kill you.”
Isabella slowly widened her eyes and fixed her gaze on the dagger on her face.
She asked in a trembling voice, “What do you want to know?”
“Just tell me what you have done to Boss, and I'll let you go.”
Suppressing her fear, Isabella laughed in exasperation. “I think you're an interesting person, Kurt. I
wish I could have done something to Oscar. But he isn't willing to have anything to do with me. So tell
me, what can I do to him?”
Kurt moved his hand a little, and another bloody mark appeared on Isabella's face.
Isabella's fear of being disfigured was then replaced by anger. She rolled up her sleeves and swung
her arm at him. “You've crossed the line, Kurt. I'll make you pay for this!”
Kurt put away his dagger and pinned her arms with one hand. “Be quiet.”
Isabella exploded, “How can I be quiet when I feel like killing you? Are you having fun using your power
against a weak woman like me? Don't you feel ashamed of yourself?” She wanted to push open the door to get out of the car, but the door was locked.
“You lunatic, let me—” Before she could finish her sentence, a small pill was stuffed inside her mouth.
Kurt covered her mouth with his palm, forcing her to swallow the pill.
Isabella reached her fingers inside her mouth, trying to force herself to throw up the pill she had just
swallowed, but nothing came out.
“What did you just feed me?” Isabella glared at Kurt.
“Good stuff. If you don't want to suffer and die in pain, you can stay and tell me more.”
Isabella widened her eyes and flew off the handle. “You're shameless.”
Kurt was unfazed.
“Let me out. I want to get out.”
“I'll make you suffer hundreds of times the pain you've caused Amelia.” Kurt looked at her coldly.
Isabella glared at him, but in the next second, she felt something strange reacting within her body.
She held her neck and questioned angrily, “What did you feed me? Is it aphrodisiac?”
“You love being around men, don't you? So I'm doing you a favor. I'll call several men over later,” Kurt
said calmly. Finally, Isabella tasted fear.
She grabbed Kurt's hand and pleaded with him, “Kurt, please don't do that to me. Please send me to
the hospital. I want to go to the hospital. Please. I'm begging you.”
Kurt retracted his hand and said, “I forgot to tell you something. The pill has a strong effect you can't
get rid of even if you pump your stomach. However, I do have an antidote. Just tell me what you have
done to Boss, and I'll give you the antidote.”
Hearing that, Isabella fell silent. Then, she turned around and hit the window, shouting, “Help! Help
me!”
Kurt pressed the dagger against her neck and took her purse away.
Isabella stopped shouting, realizing there was no way for her to escape this situation. To make things
worse, if someone filmed the scene and posted it online, her reputation would be ruined.
Shock, anger, and panic filled her heart. After putting in so much effort for a long time, she was already
so near her goal, yet Kurt showed up out of nowhere and ruined her chance.
She refused to admit defeat, especially not in this situation.
Starin at Kurt. “Kurt, if you don't send me to the hospital now, I'll bleed to death. By then, the police will