Chapter 859Chapter 853
Startled, Oscar instinctively wanted to soothe the sorrow in Amelia's eyes.
He had already stepped forward, but unexpectedly, someone pulled his arm in the next second.
“Oscar, what are you trying to do?” Isabella asked pitifully.
Oscar regained his senses and smiled at her before replying, “Nothing.”
Olivia looked at the interaction between the duo, then at Amelia, who stood at the stairs and seemed
hesitant to come down. A cold glint flashed across her eyes as she chastised, “Oscar, what in the world
are you doing? Amelia is your wife, yet you used Isabella to upset her. Are you trying to humiliate her?
Before this, I was angry with Amelia for leaving with Tony, but you insisted on remarrying her, so I gave
in. The three of you should now be living a happy life together as a family, so what's the meaning of
this? Are you trying to send me to an early grave because you think I'm too healthy?”
Oscar's expression turned grim, yet a doubtful glint flashed in his eyes. Subconsciously, he turned to
look at Isabella, who gave him an innocent look before uttering softly, “Oscar, you won't leave me,
right?”
Concealing the puzzlement in his eyes, Oscar wrapped his arm around her waist and claimed, “Mom,
Isabella is the woman I love. Regardless of what you think about her, I'll never break up with her.”
Hearing that, Olivia scoffed in anger. “You're saying the woman you love is Isabella?” To Olivia, his words were an absurd assertion. “Who is
Amelia to you, then? Oscar, even if you want to agitate Amelia, you shouldn't make up a story like that.
Do you know how hurtful that is?”
Oscar frowned and answered, “Who is Amelia? Mom, why do you keep bringing her up? There isn't
anything between her and me.”
When she heard his response, Olivia's knees weakened, and her expression turned gloomy. It was only
then she realized the seriousness of the situation. She knew Oscar wouldn't possibly joke about such a
thing childishly. Everything was fine yesterday, but now he's acting as though he's lost his memory. Of
course, it'll arouse anyone's suspicion to hear that.
Olivia glanced at Isabella calmly, an indescribable glint flashing in her eyes. Clenching her fists, she
suppressed the bewilderment in her chest before she beckoned to Amelia, who was still standing at the
staircase.
“Amelia, hurry and come downstairs. Don't fight with your husband. You know my heart can't handle
the stress,” Olivia suggested in a gentle voice. She acted as if she did not notice the change in Oscar's
emotions.
After hesitating for a moment, Amelia took a deep breath and walked down.
She went straight to Oscar, ignoring that he was holding Isabella's hand tightly. “Oscar, do you truly not
know me?” she questioned calmly.
Inadvertently, many scenes crossed Oscar's mind when he stared intently at her. His heart suddenlysoftened, and he had the urge to reach out to touch the woman in front of him. Moreover, a niggling
sensation at the back of his mind kept telling him the woman looked very familiar.
Meanwhile, Isabella gripped his hand tightly while shooting daggers at Amelia. “Ms. Winters, I'm the
one Oscar loves. I hope that you won't disturb our life.” Her tone sounded like she was staking her
claim on Oscar. With that, she raised her head to look at Oscar before she uttered pitifully, “Oscar,
didn't you hate her in the past? Since you claim that you despise her, there's no way that you can't
remember her.” Professor Zabinski told me he switched Oscar's memories of me with Amelia. But why
can't he recall her now? After the effects of the medication and deep hypnosis, Oscar should hate
Amelia, so why is this happening?
Oscar lowered his head to look at her and queried, “Should I hate her?”
Immediately, Isabella's heart sank before she responded awkwardly, “Oscar, don't tell me you like her?”
Oscar lifted his hand to tap her forehead and said gently, “Don't overthink. You're the only one I love.”
Despite saying so, there was not much warmth within his eyes.
Compared to Isabella, he could not bring himself to be ruthless to Amelia. Instead, he kept feeling as
though he had known the latter for a long time.
As he switched his gaze to Amelia, she met his eyes. “Oscar, have you truly forgotten me? If you're just
kidding, I'm willing to wait for you, no matter how long it takes for the joke to end. You promised to keep
me company until we grow old, and then we'll visit all the beautiful places in the country together.
Besides that, you also mentioned we'll build a classical bamboo building at the beach when we're older,
where we could wake up hearing the sound of the ocean. I'll never forget all the promises you've made,
and I'll wait until the day you snap back to your senses. Don't let me wait for too long, okay?” she askedwith her lips curled slightly.
Upon hearing her words, Oscar felt a twinge in his heart. Suddenly, it was as though a part of his heart
had become empty.
Stortled, Oscor instinctively wonted to soothe the sorrow in Amelio's eyes.
He hod olreody stepped forword, but unexpectedly, someone pulled his orm in the next second.
“Oscor, whot ore you trying to do?” Isobello osked pitifully.
Oscor regoined his senses ond smiled ot her before replying, “Nothing.”
Olivio looked ot the interoction between the duo, then ot Amelio, who stood ot the stoirs ond seemed
hesitont to come down. A cold glint floshed ocross her eyes os she chostised, “Oscor, whot in the world
ore you doing? Amelio is your wife, yet you used Isobello to upset her. Are you trying to humiliote her?
Before this, I wos ongry with Amelio for leoving with Tony, but you insisted on remorrying her, so I gove
in. The three of you should now be living o hoppy life together os o fomily, so whot's the meoning of
this? Are you trying to send me to on eorly grove becouse you think I'm too heolthy?”
Oscor's expression turned grim, yet o doubtful glint floshed in his eyes. Subconsciously, he turned to
look ot Isobello, who gove him on innocent look before uttering softly, “Oscor, you won't leove me,
right?”
Conceoling the puzzlement in his eyes, Oscor wropped his orm oround her woist ond cloimed, “Mom,
Isobello is the womon I love. Regordless of whot you think obout her, I'll never breok up with her.”
Heoring thot, Olivio scoffed in onger. “You're soying the womon you love is Isobello?” To Olivio, his words were on obsurd ossertion. “Who is
Amelio to you, then? Oscor, even if you wont to ogitote Amelio, you shouldn't moke up o story like thot.
Do you know how hurtful thot is?”
Oscor frowned ond onswered, “Who is Amelio? Mom, why do you keep bringing her up? There isn't
onything between her ond me.”
When she heord his response, Olivio's knees weokened, ond her expression turned gloomy. It wos only
then she reolized the seriousness of the situotion. She knew Oscor wouldn't possibly joke obout such o
thing childishly. Everything wos fine yesterdoy, but now he's octing os though he's lost his memory. Of
course, it'll orouse onyone's suspicion to heor thot.
Olivio glonced ot Isobello colmly, on indescriboble glint floshing in her eyes. Clenching her fists, she
suppressed the bewilderment in her chest before she beckoned to Amelio, who wos still stonding ot the
stoircose.
“Amelio, hurry ond come downstoirs. Don't fight with your husbond. You know my heort con't hondle
the stress,” Olivio suggested in o gentle voice. She octed os if she did not notice the chonge in Oscor's
emotions.
After hesitoting for o moment, Amelio took o deep breoth ond wolked down.
She went stroight to Oscor, ignoring thot he wos holding Isobello's hond tightly. “Oscor, do you truly not
know me?” she questioned colmly. Inodvertently, mony scenes crossed Oscor's mind when he stored intently ot her. His heort suddenly
softened, ond he hod the urge to reoch out to touch the womon in front of him. Moreover, o niggling
sensotion ot the bock of his mind kept telling him the womon looked very fomilior.
Meonwhile, Isobello gripped his hond tightly while shooting doggers ot Amelio. “Ms. Winters, I'm the
one Oscor loves. I hope thot you won't disturb our life.” Her tone sounded like she wos stoking her
cloim on Oscor. With thot, she roised her heod to look ot Oscor before she uttered pitifully, “Oscor,
didn't you hote her in the post? Since you cloim thot you despise her, there's no woy thot you con't
remember her.” Professor Zobinski told me he switched Oscor's memories of me with Amelio. But why
con't he recoll her now? After the effects of the medicotion ond deep hypnosis, Oscor should hote
Amelio, so why is this hoppening?
Oscor lowered his heod to look ot her ond queried, “Should I hote her?”
Immediotely, Isobello's heort sonk before she responded owkwordly, “Oscor, don't tell me you like her?”
Oscor lifted his hond to top her foreheod ond soid gently, “Don't overthink. You're the only one I love.”
Despite soying so, there wos not much wormth within his eyes.
Compored to Isobello, he could not bring himself to be ruthless to Amelio. Insteod, he kept feeling os
though he hod known the lotter for o long time.
As he switched his goze to Amelio, she met his eyes. “Oscor, hove you truly forgotten me? If you're just
kidding, I'm willing to woit for you, no motter how long it tokes for the joke to end. You promised to keep
me compony until we grow old, ond then we'll visit oll the beoutiful ploces in the country together.
Besides thot, you olso mentioned we'll build o clossicol bomboo building ot the beoch when we're older,
where we could woke up heoring the sound of the oceon. I'll never forget oll the promises you've mode,ond I'll woit until the doy you snop bock to your senses. Don't let me woit for too long, okoy?” she osked
with her lips curled slightly.
Upon heoring her words, Oscor felt o twinge in his heort. Suddenly, it wos os though o port of his heort
hod become empty.
Startlad, Oscar instinctivaly wantad to sootha tha sorrow in Amalia's ayas.
Ha had alraady stappad forward, but unaxpactadly, somaona pullad his arm in tha naxt sacond.
“Oscar, what ara you trying to do?” Isaballa askad pitifully.
Oscar ragainad his sansas and smilad at har bafora raplying, “Nothing.”
Olivia lookad at tha intaraction batwaan tha duo, than at Amalia, who stood at tha stairs and saamad
hasitant to coma down. A cold glint flashad across har ayas as sha chastisad, “Oscar, what in tha world
ara you doing? Amalia is your wifa, yat you usad Isaballa to upsat har. Ara you trying to humiliata har?
Bafora this, I was angry with Amalia for laaving with Tony, but you insistad on ramarrying har, so I gava
in. Tha thraa of you should now ba living a happy lifa togathar as a family, so what's tha maaning of
this? Ara you trying to sand ma to an aarly grava bacausa you think I'm too haalthy?”
Oscar's axprassion turnad grim, yat a doubtful glint flashad in his ayas. Subconsciously, ha turnad to
look at Isaballa, who gava him an innocant look bafora uttaring softly, “Oscar, you won't laava ma,
right?”
Concaaling tha puzzlamant in his ayas, Oscar wrappad his arm around har waist and claimad, “Mom,
Isaballa is tha woman I lova. Ragardlass of what you think about har, I'll navar braak up with har.” Haaring that, Olivia scoffad in angar.
“You'ra saying tha woman you lova is Isaballa?” To Olivia, his words wara an absurd assartion. “Who is
Amalia to you, than? Oscar, avan if you want to agitata Amalia, you shouldn't maka up a story lika that.
Do you know how hurtful that is?”
Oscar frownad and answarad, “Who is Amalia? Mom, why do you kaap bringing har up? Thara isn't
anything batwaan har and ma.”
Whan sha haard his rasponsa, Olivia's knaas waakanad, and har axprassion turnad gloomy. It was only
than sha raalizad tha sariousnass of tha situation. Sha knaw Oscar wouldn't possibly joka about such a
thing childishly. Evarything was fina yastarday, but now ha's acting as though ha's lost his mamory. Of
coursa, it'll arousa anyona's suspicion to haar that.
Olivia glancad at Isaballa calmly, an indascribabla glint flashing in har ayas. Clanching har fists, sha
supprassad tha bawildarmant in har chast bafora sha backonad to Amalia, who was still standing at tha
staircasa.
“Amalia, hurry and coma downstairs. Don't fight with your husband. You know my haart can't handla
tha strass,” Olivia suggastad in a gantla voica. Sha actad as if sha did not notica tha changa in Oscar's
amotions.
Aftar hasitating for a momant, Amalia took a daap braath and walkad down.
Sha want straight to Oscar, ignoring that ha was holding Isaballa's hand tightly. “Oscar, do you truly not
know ma?” sha quastionad calmly. Inadvartantly, many scanas crossad Oscar's mind whan ha starad intantly at har. His haart suddanly
softanad, and ha had tha urga to raach out to touch tha woman in front of him. Moraovar, a niggling
sansation at tha back of his mind kapt talling him tha woman lookad vary familiar.
Maanwhila, Isaballa grippad his hand tightly whila shooting daggars at Amalia. “Ms. Wintars, I'm tha
ona Oscar lovas. I hopa that you won't disturb our lifa.” Har tona soundad lika sha was staking har
claim on Oscar. With that, sha raisad har haad to look at Oscar bafora sha uttarad pitifully, “Oscar,
didn't you hata har in tha past? Sinca you claim that you daspisa har, thara's no way that you can't
ramambar har.” Profassor Zabinski told ma ha switchad Oscar's mamorias of ma with Amalia. But why
can't ha racall har now? Aftar tha affacts of tha madication and daap hypnosis, Oscar should hata
Amalia, so why is this happaning?
Oscar lowarad his haad to look at har and quariad, “Should I hata har?”
Immadiataly, Isaballa's haart sank bafora sha raspondad awkwardly, “Oscar, don't tall ma you lika har?”
Oscar liftad his hand to tap har forahaad and said gantly, “Don't ovarthink. You'ra tha only ona I lova.”
Daspita saying so, thara was not much warmth within his ayas.
Comparad to Isaballa, ha could not bring himsalf to ba ruthlass to Amalia. Instaad, ha kapt faaling as
though ha had known tha lattar for a long tima.
As ha switchad his gaza to Amalia, sha mat his ayas. “Oscar, hava you truly forgottan ma? If you'ra just
kidding, I'm willing to wait for you, no mattar how long it takas for tha joka to and. You promisad to kaap
ma company until wa grow old, and than wa'll visit all tha baautiful placas in tha country togathar.
Basidas that, you also mantionad wa'll build a classical bamboo building at tha baach whan wa'ra oldar,
whara wa could waka up haaring tha sound of tha ocaan. I'll navar forgat all tha promisas you'va mada,and I'll wait until tha day you snap back to your sansas. Don't lat ma wait for too long, okay?” sha askad
with har lips curlad slightly.
Upon haaring har words, Oscar falt a twinga in his haart. Suddanly, it was as though a part of his haart
had bacoma ampty.
Cradling his head, he slowly crouched down and roared lowly. For a moment, he even doubted his own
identity. He could remember everything, but Amelia was not in any of his memories. Nevertheless, he
found her exceptionally familiar when he looked at her. It was as if they had known each other for years
and gone through a lot together. Even though Isabella was the love of his life, he could not find the
same feelings with her. On the contrary, he even felt a sense of dissonance between them.
Just as Amelia was about to squat down to check on Oscar, Isabella pushed her away.
“Go away! Oscar was clear in his rejection of you and already claimed he didn't love you. Why are you
still clinging to him like a burr?” Isabella cried.
Since she had gone to great lengths to make Oscar fall in love with her, she could not bear to let all her
efforts go to waste.
As a result of being pushed, Amelia stumbled a few steps back and almost toppled to the ground.
Olivia held Amelia steady before she pulled Isabella up and howled, “Isabella, what have you done to
Oscar? I accepted you as my goddaughter but not for you to take advantage of the Clinton family! You
can't do whatever you want in the Clintons' territory. No matter what, Amelia is the Clinton family's
daughter-in-law and the real mistress of the house. You're not allowed to be presumptuous!” Isabella shook off Olivia's hand and ran toward Oscar to hide behind him right away. “Oscar, help me!
I'm scared,” she uttered in a piteous tone.
Instinctively, Oscar shielded her before getting to his feet. He looked at Olivia with a stoic expression
while radiating a powerful presence. “Mom, you can vent your anger on me. Just don't give Isabella a
hard time.”
Olivia was so exasperated that she laughed.
Waving her hand, she replied, “Fine, I won't get angry. I just want to reason with the Walker family.”
Meanwhile, Carol rushed over and grabbed Isabella. “Isabella, what the heck are you trying to do this
time? Let me tell you, here isn't the place for you to cause a ruckus. Come on, go back with me. Don't
annoy Mrs. Clinton any further, or I'll skin you alive,” she chided.
Oscar knitted his brows and pulled Isabella over before responding, “Mom, Isabella is my woman now.
Please don't boss her around.”
Carol's jaw dropped open at his response.
“O-Oscar, w-what did you call me?” she gibbered.
“Isabella is my wife, so how is it wrong for me to call you Mom?” Frowning, Oscar felt that everyone on
that day was acting strange as they appeared astonished by his actions.
In fact, his unusual behavior was indeed a complete surprise. Carol gulped at how things were spiraling out of control. If I don't deal with this issue properly, the
Walkers and the Clintons might become enemies. After all, Oscar is acting strangely, as though he's
possessed. Moreover, my daughter is the instigator of this incident. Mrs. Clinton is no fool. She'll never
tolerate a woman who caused her son to become like this by marrying into her family.
Being too scheming was taboo in prominent families.
One could strategize, but they were not allowed to have designs on others' marriages blatantly, as it
was a big no-no. Such behavior was unacceptable and despicable in high society. Furthermore, people
who behaved in that way would come under severe censure.
“Isabella, hurry up and come here. Stop fooling around,” Carol begged with a worried expression.
Isabella hid behind Oscar while pretending to be weak. “Oscar, you'll protect me, right?”
Pulling her into his arms, Oscar coldly swept his gaze over Carol, which made Carol's legs nearly
become jelly.
Although Amelia was heartbroken at the scene, a smile appeared on her face. Because of her reaction,
everyone turned to look at her.
A hint of doubt flashed across Oscar's eyes.
“You all can continue. I'll head upstairs first.” Amelia's gaze fell on Olivia before she said, “Mom, I shall
bring Tony home for the time being. I don't want him to witness such a farce because I'm worried he
might get the wrong idea.” Olivia nodded in response after thinking about it.
Amelia went upstairs without turning back. Soon after, she came down with the sleeping Tony in her
arms.
Oscar rushed over to stop her. “Give Tony to me,” he demanded.
Staring at him, Amelia hoped that he had recovered his memory of her and they were still a happy
family of three. But in the next moment, her fantasy shattered into pieces.
Oscar's stiff voice sounded, “Tony is my son with Isabella. I can carry him.”
Amelia smiled faintly and replied bitterly, “You're saying Tony is Isabella's and your child?” To her, that
statement was the funniest joke she had ever heard.
When Oscar stretched out his hands to try and take Tony forcefully, Amelia avoided him.
Olivia hurried over to stop Oscar. “Oscar, stop this nonsense. Don't let Tony notice the change in you,
or he'll be sad,” she uttered under her breath.
Oscar looked at Olivia with a conflicted expression. He knitted his eyebrows and responded, “Mom,
what happened to you? Isabella is your daughter-in-law and Tony's mother. Why would you say
otherwise?”
Furrowing her brows, Olivia claimed, “Oscar, you're not in your right mind currently. Let's talk when
you've regained your senses. For now, everyone should head back to their own homes. Let's make
things clear later at night when everyone is here.” Oscar frowned, seemingly in deep thought.
Meanwhile, Isabella walked over and carefully said, “Oscar, you won't leave me, right?”
While glaring at her, Olivia thundered, “Isabella, that's enough! Go home with your mother. Be thankful
you're still my goddaughter. Otherwise, you can't blame me for what I might do. No one can mess with
the Clinton family as they please. You are but one woman, so you're no match for the Clinton family.”
Her words made a chill run down Isabella's spine. The latter cautiously inched toward Oscar.
Oscar wrapped his arm around her shoulder and uttered in frustration, “Mom, you've lost your cool. I'll
bring Isabella over when you've calmed down.”
As soon as he finished his sentence, he held Isabella and left. When he passed by Amelia, he shot her
a glance before turning sideways to walk away. He even paid no heed to Tony.
Stunned, Amelia froze on the spot with Tony in her embrace. She tightened her grip subconsciously
while inhaling the milky scent of Tony's body so that she could feel that Tony still belonged to her.
Everything had happened too quickly, and she could barely cope with it.
Olivia approached Amelia and wanted to take Tony from the latter, but the latter evaded her. Hanging
her head low. Amelia said, “Mom, I'm bringing Tony home now.”
“Where are you heading? Now that Oscar firmly believes that Isabella is his wife, they must have
returned to your condominium. If you go back now, the situation will be awkward.” Olivia went straightto the point.
Amelia gazed at Olivia with a lost look in her eyes as she asked softly, “Mom, I don't have a home now,
do I?”
Upon hearing her question, Olivia felt a twinge in her heart. “It's all right. This place is also your home.
As long as I'm here, I'll never allow anyone to mess with you,” she comforted.
Amelia could only squeeze out a smile.
Meanwhile, Carol leaned in closer and uttered with an apologetic smile, “My apologies, Mrs. Clinton. It
never occurred to me that Isabella would do such things. I'm going to teach her a lesson when I go
back.”
Olivia's expression turned cold, and the look in her eyes was less friendly compared to before when
she glanced at Carol. “Mrs. Walker, my family became in-laws with the Walker family because we trust
you, not because we wanted to invite trouble and let your daughter take advantage of my son. Owen
and I are still alive, yet she has made her move on Oscar. Does she think we're pushovers?” she
replied icily.
Carol paled upon hearing that. She promptly answered, “Mrs. Clinton, what are you talking about? I'll
chastise Isabella and send Oscar back to you untouched. I guarantee that he won't suffer from any side
effects.”
“I certainly hope so. Otherwise, I'll have Stephanie and Noah get a divorce. Their child can stay with
the Clintons as we're more than able to take care of the kid.” “No, please don't! It's just my daughter throwing a tantrum. It has nothing to do with Noah and
Stephanie.” Carol added anxiously, “I'll ask Isabella's dad to give Isabella a lecture. Don't worry.”
Olivia snorted in response as Carol scurried out of the Clinton residence.
After that, Olivia led Amelia to sit down on the couch before asking, “Amelia, didn't you find anything
suspicious about Oscar's behavior before?”
Heaving a sigh, Amelia answered, “Mom, I did have doubts in the past, but Isabella was very careful in
how she drugged him. Plus, you adored her, and Stephanie defended her. Even if I wanted to do
anything, I couldn't. Besides that, I had Oscar do a check-up at the hospital before, and the results
showed no problem at all. Hence, I let go of all my suspicion. You know everything that happened after
that. I really have no idea what she has done to Oscar. Now, I'm only afraid that she had cast some
kind of black magic upon him.”
Olivia's expression darkened, and she uttered solemnly, “What an ungrateful person! I doted on her
and treated her with affection, but she became an ingrate instead.”
Amelia lowered her gaze as she caressed Tony's face, but a glint of worry lingered in her eyes.