Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 840

Tony was rushed into the operating room. Amelia and the others waited outside for several hours before the light outside the operating room was finally turned off. James took off his mask as he emerged from the room.

Amelia rushed forward, grabbed James' hand, and asked anxiously, “James, how is Tony?”

Feeling a little tired, James answered, “Tony was injected with a drug that could impact his intelligence. Fortunately, it was discovered in time. Otherwise, with the right dosage, his intelligence would've been stuck at two or three years old for the rest of his life.”

Amelia's expression changed drastically, and her body swayed slightly as she asked, “Tony will become —”

James quickly assured, “Don't worry. The good thing is that we discovered it in time. He's fine. We have cleansed his stomach and intestines, but Tony will show signs such as chills and convulsions within five days.”

Amelia nodded. As long as he's okay. Although it's hard for me to accept the fact that he has to suffer from chills and convulsions, it's better than him becoming mentally challenged.

Tony was wheeled into a VIP private ward, with Amelia and others following behind. As Amelia looked at Tony whose face was pale and he was hooked onto an IV drip, her eyes reddened as she was overwhelmed by mixed feelings.

“You've had a long day, Tiff, and I'm sure you're tired. Go back and rest. You can come over to visit Tony tomorrow,” Amelia said.

Tiffany originally wanted to refuse, but Amelia added, “Tony has collapsed. Don't make me worry about you as well.”

Hearing that, the former could only agree to go back to rest.

“All right. I'll head back now. Don't tire yourself too much. I'll come back tomorrow,” Tiffany said.

Amelia nodded in response.

As soon as Tiffany left, Amelia walked to the bedside, half-squatting as she stroked Tony's cheek, her eyes filled with distress.

“Go and rest on the couch, Oscar. I'll talk to Tony for a while. He must be very scared after being abducted for so many hours and injected with a drug. I'll stay here and accompany him so he won't be afraid anymore,” Amelia said while staring at Tony.

Oscar walked over to Amelia, kneeled down beside her, and wrapped his arms around her before saying solemnly, “I'm sorry, Amelia. It was my over-confidence that put Tony in danger. You can scold and beat me if you want, but please don't be so sullen.”

Amelia shook her head. She kept her eyes on the boy on the bed while responding softly, “I don't blame you, Oscar. I just hate June and the others. We should have nothing to do with him in the first place, but he had to be so ruthless. I want nothing more than to have the police arrest him, but he's a foreigner. Even if they arrested him, he would only be sent back to the police station in his home

country. With the Adertons' influence abroad, as long as they took the matter into their hands, we wouldn't be able to do anything to June. I hate him so much. Seeing Tony in this state, I wish I could kill him with my own hands.”

Oscar scooped her up by the waist and placed her on the large couch. After covering her with a quilt, he said, “Rest well. I will do everything in my power to set an inescapable trap and catch June. I've never thought of handing him over to the police. Since he touched my son, I'll be the one to take care of him.”

Amelia nodded.

Perhaps because she had been worrying and filled with fear all day, she quickly fell asleep the moment she was able to relax.

Oscar's eyes darkened after he kissed her on the forehead.

Kurt and Hugo soon came to the hospital. Oscar sent several bodyguards to guard the ward before instructing the two to head to James' office.

“Did you catch him?” Oscar asked with a stoic expression while radiating a powerful presence.

Kurt and Hugo exchanged glances before the latter replied, “I'm sorry, Boss. He escaped. Please punish us for our incompetence.”

“I'll get him sooner or later. There's no way he'll give up so easily after all his efforts to open a company in Tayhaven. You guys keep an eye on his company. I want him to watch himself losing everything,”

Oscar uttered menacingly.

After some thought, Kurt spoke up. “I'll go and end his life, Boss. There's no need to toy around with such a person.”

“Killing him will dirty our hands. Not only that, but it'll also attract disgusting flies buzzing around us. Just go and monitor him. I already have something in mind,” Oscar replied resolutely.

Kurt initially had something else to say, but Hugo shot him a glance as if telling him to stop talking nonsense.

“Kurt and I will do it right away, Boss.” With that, Hugo pulled Kurt out of the office.

Kurt shook off his hand and walked in front of him in a sullen mood.

Hugo quickly caught up and uttered solemnly, “You've crossed the line, Kurt. Don't forget that you and I have been personally trained by Boss. We only have to obey his instructions, not protest.”

Kurt looked at him. “Even if his decision is wrong, can't I bring it up?” he remarked indignantly.

“Kurt,” Hugo called out in a stern voice.

Kurt took a deep breath. His chest rose and fell heavily, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Hugo let out a sigh before saying in a raspy voice, “I know you're worried about Mrs. Clinton, Kurt, but don't forget that we are her subordinates. Our boss has done his best for her and Mr. Anthony, and his feelings for her are no lesser than yours. Don't think too highly of yourself. Our boss has undoubtedly

decided to adopt a long-term plan to secure a greater victory by destroying June's hard work. This is way more devastating to him than taking his life. Do you understand?”

Kurt clenched his fists tightly and walked back with his head down. The rollercoaster of emotions he was experiencing was what made him reveal his longing to kill June over adopting a long-term plan to secure a greater victory in destroying June's hard work and making him lose everything. In his opinion, a day of letting June off would fuel the latter's arrogance and give him enough time to grow stronger. Delays led to more complications.

The more Kurt thought about it, the more he felt indignant about letting the matter go that way, so he also came up with his own plan to finish June off no matter what. He did not care if he would later be punished by Oscar or even expelled from the organization. He would not allow Amelia and Tony to be in danger again.

He intended to use his own method to protect the woman he loved and her child.

Hugo was afraid that Kurt would do something drastic, so he quickly followed him. After leaving the hospital, Kurt opened the car door to get in, but Hugo grabbed his arm. “Don't be rash, Kurt,” he advised.

Kurt stared at the other man intently and said patiently, “You know my temper, Hugo. Even if you can stop me this time, can you stop me forever? Either you tell our boss, or you let me leave. Your choice.”

In the end, Hugo had no choice but to let him go, but he also got into his car and followed Kurt.

Kurt caught June outside Yard Manor, but the latter was carrying a gun and had several foreign bodyguards with him. Both parties soon engaged in an intense battle.

Kurt shot June in the shoulder during the melee, but the latter's men were not incompetent. As a result, Kurt was also shot in the arm amid the raging gunfire, and if it were not for Hugo rushing in to cover him, Kurt would have perished there.

Hugo opened the car door for Kurt to get in before speeding away.

Hugo drove for some time and saw that no one was chasing them. He then wanted to turn the car around to head to the hospital, but Kurt grabbed his arm and said forcefully, “There's no need to go to the hospital. Isn't there a medical kit in the trunk? Take it out and help me remove the bullet and bandage the wound. An injury like this won't kill me.”

Hugo glanced at him through the rearview mirror and compromised by stopping the car. He got out and took out the medical kit from the trunk. He then took out a knife and disinfected it with alcohol before taking a small towel for the other man to bite. “Bear with it. It'll be very painful,” Hugo warned.

“Go ahead. I can handle it,” Kurt said.

Hugo cut open the wound on his arm with the knife, removed the bullet with pliers, and bandaged the wound skillfully.

Due to their dangerous line of work, they could lose their lives at any moment, so they were long familiar with the process of handling gunshot wounds. As long as it was not life-threatening, they would treat the wound in that basic manner and allow it to slowly heal itself.

Kurt slumped against the seat, looking rather pale. “Sorry. I've alerted the enemy. I'll go back to our boss and beg for his forgiveness,” he said in a weak voice.

“Don't think too much. The most important thing for you now is to recover well from your injury. As for that foreign man, we can catch him at any time. The fact that he can still appear at Yard Manor at this critical moment means that Cassie has a very important place in his heart. As long as we keep an eye on her, there's no fear that he won't appear,” Hugo replied.

Kurt simply nodded in response.

Hugo sent Kurt back to the apartment where he was temporarily staying and poured him a glass of warm water. “Have some water. You were shot, so there's a possibility that you might run a fever tonight due to the inflammation of your wound.”

Kurt took a sip of water and said with a shake of his head, “I'm fine. It's just a minor injury.”

Despite saying that it was a minor injury, he was in so much pain that his face turned ashen. Hugo was worried and gave him painkillers. Seeing Kurt's complexion improving after taking the painkillers, Hugo finally felt relieved.

“Get some rest. I'll ask the others about Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Anthony's condition in the hospital.” Hugo took out his phone and went to make a call, chatting for almost three minutes before coming back. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Kurt asked with great concern, “How is it? Tony is fine, right? I was too impulsive just now and didn't have time to ask how he was doing.”

Hugo furrowed his brows. “Mr. Anthony was injected with a drug. Fortunately, it was a small dosage. They've cleansed his stomach and intestines, so it's not a big problem. However, he'll show symptoms such as convulsions and chills within these few days. Luckily, his life is not in danger.”

Kurt's expression turned extremely gloomy.

He struggled to get up from the couch. “I'm going to the hospital to see him now. How can he endure this kind of suffering at such a young age?”

Hugo forcefully pinned him down on the couch, signaling him not to act rashly anymore.

Kurt shouted indignantly from his position, “What are you doing, Hugo? Let go of me. I just want to visit Tony. He'll be scared if he can't see me.”

Hugo glared at the other man fiercely and spoke the truth. “Snap out of it, Kurt. Mr. Anthony has Boss and Mrs. Clinton, and the people he wishes to see are also them. They are his parents, not you.”

Kurt immediately stopped struggling.

A trace of distress flashed in Hugo's eyes. If he allowed Kurt to become overconfident in his feeling for Amelia, the person who would be hurt would also be Kurt himself.

He uttered with a little pity in his tone, “I'm sorry, Kurt. That's not what I was trying to say. I—”

“I'm tired, Hugo. I'm going to bed.” Kurt got up and went into the bedroom without looking back.

Hugo's mouth twitched, but he did not stop Kurt in the end.

That night, quite a few people were bound to be sleepless.

Early next morning, Tony suffered a full-body convulsion. Amelia held him in her arms while Oscar called the doctor. James gave Tony a sedative that quickly stabilized him, but he was soon foaming in his mouth again and spitting all over his face, looking extremely pitiful.

Amelia wiped his mouth with a handkerchief as James examined him and gave him another injection. Tony convulsed for another dozen minutes before calming down.

“How is Tony's condition, James? Will this happen a lot in the next few days?” Amelia asked in distress.

James nodded and said grimly, “Amelia, Tony's condition will get worse in the next few days, so you better be mentally prepared. Also, considering his young age, it's not advisable to give him too many injections. Otherwise, it'll affect his growth.”

Amelia's eyes reddened in anguish.

“I'm begging you, James. Please save Tony. As long as you can lessen his suffering, I'll agree to whatever you want in return,” she pleaded.

James quickly supported her. “Don't be like this, Amelia. I'll do my best to treat Tony.”

Amelia nodded and murmured feebly, “Thank you.”

James could only sigh inwardly when he saw her state.

Olivia rushed to the hospital with Owen after hearing the news, and upon seeing Tony lying on the bed with needle marks all over his arm, she was so shocked that her legs weakened, and she nearly collapsed on the floor.

She stumbled to the bedside and exclaimed with reddened eyes, “What's happened? How did my healthy grandson become like this?”

Amelia merely stood on the side quietly, visibly distressed.

Olivia kneeled beside the bed and stroked Tony's pale cheek as tears rolled down her cheeks. All of a sudden, she went berserk and grabbed Oscar's clothes before hitting his chest. “Tell me, Oscar. How did Tony end up like this? He was fine only two days ago. Why did he become like this after spending a weekend with you? When has my grandson ever suffered this much? If something happens to him, how am I supposed to live?”

Oscar simply let her beat him in silence.

Owen came over and pulled his wife away. “Calm down, Olivia. No one wishes to see Tony injured,” he uttered.

Olivia leaned against his chest and sobbed, her heart hurting as if it had been pierced with a knife.