Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 885

Summary for Chapter 885: Too Much to Bear, My Love

Chapter 885 – A Turning Point in Too Much to Bear, My Love by XO

In this chapter of Too Much to Bear, My Love, XO introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 885 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romantic genre.

Chapter 885 Here Comes Retribution

Amelia picked Tony up, chided him for using his fists, and assured him that Oscar was not mistreating her. As Tony gazed at his mother, his bright, innocent eyes made her heart twinge.

“Hush, Tony. Your father and I made up. I don’t know how to explain the situation to you, but you must believe that we love you. He does not love you any less than my love for you,” Amelia said gently.

Tony blinked before turning to Kurt. “Daddy treats you well, Mommy. Won’t you consider dumping Big Meanie and being with Daddy?” Tony suggested eagerly.

From Tony’s perspective, Kurt was kinder to him and his mother than Oscar was. Oscar had cruelly hurt his young heart a year before. Despite opening his heart with much difficulty to accept Oscar as his father, Tony changed his mind in the span of a single night. It was something that confused and displeased him. If it were not for upsetting Amelia, he would not have wished to see Oscar.

Witnessing Oscar’s intimacy with another woman a year ago traumatized Tony. Since then, the shadow of Oscar’s betrayal of Amelia haunted him.

Amelia felt helpless, while Oscar gave a bitter laugh. I am sabotaging myself by pushing my son into the arms of another person.

“Let’s go inside for a seat, Boss,” Kurt suggested to alleviate the awkwardness that had arisen from Tony’s words.

Oscar glanced at him and nodded.

Meanwhile, Amelia carried Tony and followed both men in.

“Thank you for taking care of Amelia on my behalf for the past year, Kurt. I am indebted to you for how well you’ve cared for her,” Oscar said solemnly with a grim expression.

Kurt gazed at Oscar with an unfathomable expression as conflicting emotions rose in his heart.

“You tasked me to protect Amelia and Tony, Boss. As such, I am responsible for all aspects of their safety. Also, I am grateful to you for being lenient enough to release me from the organization, and I dare not have you in my debt,” Kurt replied courteously.

Upon hearing that, Oscar smiled. He walked over and patted the other man on the shoulder. Kurt’s handsome features contorted at the gesture but recovered very quickly.

“We are brothers from now on, Kurt. Amelia thinks of you as family, so you are mine as well.” To Kurt, Oscar’s hand felt like a large boulder pressing down on his shoulder, which was beginning to hurt.

“You flatter me, Boss,” Kurt replied, with a slight wince.

A glint flashed across Oscar’s eyes, but his lips remained curled in a smile. “Relax, Kurt. You’re not my bodyguard anymore. We are equals and family from now on. You can count on my support with whatever you wish to do.”

The moment he retracted his hand after speaking, Kurt felt the weight on his shoulder receding instantly and could not help heaving a sigh of relief.

His presence was slightly less intimidating than Oscar’s, whose dominance had earned the former’s utmost respect. If it were not for Amelia, he would not have dared leave the organization as brazenly as he did.

“Thank you, Boss, for your gesture,” Kurt said with his head bowed.

Oscar nodded curtly, then sat on the couch and beckoned Tony over. “Come here, Tony,” he said sternly. “It’s time for a conversation between us men.”

Tony remained rooted to the spot, gazing warily at him.

“You aren’t actually afraid of me, are you, Tony? How are you going to protect Mommy by being this timid? You must stand up to me if you don’t want me to mistreat Mommy. Otherwise, don’t even dream about it for the rest of your life,” Oscar said provocatively.

He knew of Tony’s precociousness, so he did not speak to him like an ordinary child. Instead, he treated him as an equal. That was how his conversation with Tony should be—man to man.

“I’m not afraid of you, Big Meanie.” As expected, Tony fell for it. He stormed over, placed both hands on his hips, and gazed defiantly at Oscar.

“Have a seat.”

Tony brought over a small stool and climbed atop it on his own.

Feeling worried, Amelia was about to come over when Oscar shook his head at her.

She stopped in her tracks, trusting Oscar to handle everything.

“Let’s step outside for a while, Kurt. Give the father and son some space,” she suggested.

Kurt glanced at her and nodded.

Oscar’s brow twitched but did not stop the pair from leaving.

A mature man should be confident. If there were anything between them, they would not have allowed me to be in their way.

After Amelia and Kurt exited the room, Oscar placed both hands on his thighs and sat upright. His expression became austere.

“I admit I’ve made a mistake, Tony, and I want to apologize to you. I am remorseful and intend to change. I’m sure Mommy has told you before that mistakes are acceptable if one makes an effort to change. Could you give me a chance to make amends?” Oscar said as he gazed at Tony.

Tony’s clear eyes flashed, but he kept them wide as he returned Oscar’s stare.

“I used to like you very much, Big Meanie, and have even approved of you being with Mommy. But you hurt her, so I don’t like you anymore. Though you are my father, you’re not as good to me and Mommy as Daddy is. I can’t do anything about Mommy liking you, but you will never convince me because you’re unfaithful,” Tony declared solemnly with a little pout.

Oscar laughed at his words.

“I will handle the matter between your mother and me. However, you being my son is a fact that cannot be changed. I will groom you and have you take over my business when you grow up, and I will show you how much in love your mother and I are,” Oscar promised.

After a pause, he continued, “I don’t know if you understand this, Tony, but your mother and I are destined to be together and integrated into each other’s lives. We will never be apart for as long as we live, so you’ll have to live with it even if you don’t like me because I will never let Kurt have her. Give up on that notion.”

Tony studied Oscar with his head tilted to the side.

“Will you really treat Mommy better from now on?” Tony asked as he pursed his lips thoughtfully.

“I will. Since you mentioned that you wanted to protect Mommy, keep a close watch on me. If you ever see me so much as mistreat Mommy when you grow up, you can beat me up and call me out on it. I won’t be able to fight you back even if I want to.”

Tony did not look as if he understood everything, but he nodded all the same.

“All right, don’t be angry at me anymore. I’m back, and I hope we can be as close to one another as we were previously. We are father and son, not sworn enemies,” Oscar said with a laugh.

Tony pursed his lips and sniffed almost as Oscar did before leaping off the chair and running upstairs.

As Oscar stroked his nose, he fell into deep thought. Isabella was the one who put him in that position, causing him to be cast aside by his son. Because of that, Oscar added another item to the Walkers’ list of offenses.

Speak of the devil.

Oscar turned to the flashing screen on his phone. His lips curled, and a cold glint flashed across his eyes.

I was going to give you several hours of peace, Isabella. Now that you came to me of your own accord, you only have yourself to blame for whatever happens next. I will shatter your reputation this time.

Oscar promised grimly in his heart.

Only one thought occurred in her mind—things would not end well for her to have fallen into Hugo’s hands.

Her captor dragged her before Hugo.

Isabella’s elbow struck the floorboard upon being flung at Hugo’s feet, and she moaned in pain.

Clutching her elbow, she glared up at Hugo with hostility.

“Aren’t you worried that I will tell Oscar how you treated me, Hugo?” Isabella began angrily.

Hugo gazed down at her and gave a chuckle of cold amusement.

“Do you think I would treat you this way without the boss ordering me to, Isabella? He has remembered everything. You’d better prepare yourself for his retribution,” Hugo drawled provocatively.

The color drained from Isabella’s cheeks. She trembled all over and swallowed uncontrollably while her eyes were filled with disbelief.

Though she had considered that Oscar would one day regain his memory, she never expected that day to come so quickly. She was not even prepared for it.

If Oscar wants revenge, I’m not sure if I can bear the price of his wrath.

She quickly crawled up from the floor to leave and heaved a sigh of relief when Hugo remained where he was. Just as she thought there was hope for escape, she found two bodyguards standing outside the door when she opened it, who reached out and stopped her.

They lifted Isabella and threw her back onto the ground.

“You are a despicable man, Hugo. Take me on without your men if you’re brave enough. I refuse to believe that Oscar would be this cruel to me. Have him come here, and I’ll explain things to him. I only set him up previously because I love him. I have never thought of harming him!” Isabella screamed as she scrambled up, all composure forgotten. “Bring me to Oscar. I want to see him.”

Hugo gave the two burly men beside him a meaningful look. “This woman is your reward. Do whatever you want. Just don’t kill her.”

Lust flashed across their eyes as they gazed at Isabella like a hunter catching sight of their prey.

Isabella stumbled backward as she stared at the two approaching men in terror.

“Don’t come any closer! I am Oscar’s fiancée. You cannot afford the price of his vengeance if you touch me,” she shrieked.

To her despair, the two burly men increased their pace instead. One grabbed Isabella’s arm and flung her onto the bed with a mighty swing.

Then, their large frames almost crushed Isabella as they collapsed upon her.

She struggled with all her might, her distraught cries filling the room.

“You’re a sick b*stard, Hugo. You can’t do this to me! Oscar will not forgive you if anything happens to me,” she cried.

“Stuff her mouth,” Hugo ordered, scowling with disgust.

One of the men tore Isabella’s dress and stuffed the fabric in her mouth.

Her screams muffled, and Isabella could only wriggle with all her might. The more she struggled, the quicker her clothes were torn off.

Hugo sat on the couch and watched coldly as his men violated Isabella. During her year with Oscar, Isabella insulted their organization from her false position without the most basic courtesy. As a result, Hugo had never liked her. He did not even feel remorse at witnessing her plight.