Chapter 816

Chapter 816Chapter 816
Tiffany stared at him with heartbreak. “I'm going to leave now. Don't follow me. If you do, I'm afraid I
won't be able to resist the urge to kill you.”
Tiffany stared at him with heartbreak. “I'm going to leave now. Don't follow me. If you do, I'm afraid I
won't be able to resist the urge to kill you.”
With that, she left.
Nevertheless, Derrick stubbornly tried following her.
She ran all the way to the parking lot and into her car. After that, she tried running him over, but he was
able to dodge it despite his shock.
Upon catching his breath, he turned in the direction she left and saw her car disappearing from sight.
Without hesitation, he jumped into a car, intending to catch up with her but to no avail as the car just
would not start up. It was hard to tell if it was an act of divine intervention.
Thus, he jumped into another car. That one worked, so he chased after her by driving as fast as he
could. However, the distance between him and her was too great. When he arrived in the city area, he
had already lost her.
Tiffany stopped the car in front of a bar, went in, and asked for lots of alcohol.
Before she could drink, her phone rang. Her first thought was to shut her phone off. When she noticed it was Amelia who was calling her, she
thought about it for a long while before turning her phone off.
She popped open a bottle of beer and guzzled it down. Drops of alcohol flowed out of her mouth and
dripped onto her shirt. Soon, her white t-shirt turned wet, unintentionally revealing her seductive figure.
It roused the lustful desires of the drunk men in the bar.
They stepped forward, intending to fulfill their desires after she got drunk. Suddenly, they were taken
out by mysterious men.
One of them said, “Call Mr. and Mrs. Clinton. Tell them Ms. Winters is drinking here.”
The other one nodded and called Amelia before telling her the situation.
When Amelia arrived, she saw Tiffany still drinking even though the latter was in a drunken state. With
a frown, she stepped toward her friend, grabbed the bottle in Tiffany's hand, and questioned angrily,
“What do you think you're doing, Tiff? Do you want to drink yourself to death?”
It took a while after Tiffany opened her blurry eyes to recognize the person standing in front of her. A
silly smile appeared on her face as she said, “Ah, it's you, Babe. Drink with me. I'm feeling very
uncomfortable right now, so I'm drinking. You have to drink with me until we're both totally wasted!” She
clutched her chest, revealing an expression of pain.
Amelia grabbed the other bottle of alcohol her friend took and continued to question furiously, “What
the hell happened, Tiff? Tell me, please. Derrick called me and said you went missing. He sounded
very anxious, but he refused to say what happened. Are you two trying to worry me to death?” Tears streamed down Tiffany's cheeks like waterfalls when Derrick's name was mentioned.
She grabbed another bottle and slapped Amelia's hand away when her friend tried to stop her. Her
words slurred. “If you're my friend, you'll drink with me, Amelia. Otherwise, just leave. Derrick and I are
through. Boom. Done. Over.”
Amelia was stunned. I had a feeling something had happened when Tiff went back to the Hisson
residence. However, I didn't expect the situation to be so severe. Did she really break up with Derrick?
Sitting next to her friend, she asked, “Tell me, Tiff. What happened between you and Derrick?”
Tiffany hugged a bottle of alcohol and cried drunkenly. “Our relationship is over! You didn't know, but I
saw him having sex with Crystal on our wedding bed. Our wedding bed! Hah... Even though he said he
loved me, he still cheated on me.”
Her tears streamed down her cheeks even more as she laughed and laughed. “He betrayed me, Babe.
Do you know that? I feel so disgusted. I thought I could grow old with him.”
Amelia frowned as her heart ached. “You still have me. I promise you, I'll make the Hisson family give
you a proper explanation. We have to show them that the women of the Winters family are not to mess
with.”
Tiffany leaped into her embrace and cried even harder.
Her crying was so loud that it buried every other sound in the bar. Tears burst out of her eyes endlessly. “I never thought he would cheat on me, Babe, and why did he do
it in our wedding room? That was our private space!”
Amelia gently patted her back.
After Tiffany stopped crying, she slowly fell asleep in Amelia's embrace.
Once Amelia asked people to carry Tiffany out, she approached Oscar, who blended in with the crowd
in rage. “Can you accompany me to the Hisson residence right now, Oscar?”
He caressed her cheek. “Take it easy. Right now, we need to focus on taking care of Tiffany. We need
to know what she thinks before we make our next move. She may blame you for doing something
unnecessary if you act rashly.”
Upon taking a deep breath, she squeezed a few words out of her mouth. “Let's go outside first before
we talk further.”
When they all returned to the condominium, Amelia took Tiffany's shoes off and wiped her face with a
wet towel. “I'll keep her company tonight, Oscar. You should go back and sleep since you still have
work tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her.”
Oscar thought about it and nodded. “Call me if you need anything.”
“Gotcha. You should go rest now.”
After he left, Amelia placed a blanket on Tiffany and heard the latter still muttering Derrick's name. Her heart ached again as she caressed Tiffany's face. “Sleep tight, Tiff. Once you wake up, I'll
accompany you to the Hisson residence. You still have me. I won't allow them to get away scot-free
after taking advantage of you.”
Tiffany was still muttering drunken words in her sleep.
As Amelia listened, she could tell that even after Derrick had betrayed Tiffany, the woman still couldn't
forget about him despite how much she claimed to hate him.
Regardless of how the matter concluded, Tiffany would undoubtedly suffer the most.
Once she fell asleep, Derrick called Amelia.
Displeasure flashed past Amelia's eyes as she stared at the name on her phone screen. Still, she
picked up the phone.
“Is Tiff at your side, Amelia? Did you find her?” Derrick asked anxiously. “I can explain everything, so
please put her on the phone. I can't lose her. Never once did I think about betraying her, much less
divorce her!”
The look in Amelia's eyes turned cold. “But you still betrayed her, didn't you?”
Silence was all she heard from the other end.
“You promised me you wouldn't hurt or disappoint Tiff, Derrick. She changed a lot in order to blend into
your family better so you wouldn't be stuck in a difficult position. She did it for you, but you still let herdown. Since you don't appreciate her, I'll find her a better man. This is the third strike, so you're out. I'll
never let her be with a man who cheated on her.” Amelia sounded like she was a referee who had
decided to kick a player out of the game.
Derrick remained silent for a while before saying, “I know Tiff is there, so I'll go there right away. I need
to have a proper conversation with her. You don't want her to divorce me with a knot in her heart, do
you?”
Amelia hesitated but still relented. “She's drunk now, so come here tomorrow. You've hurt her too many
times, so it's time to end things. I don't want her to go back to the Hisson residence anymore. Believe
me, the Clinton family has the power to help her out.”
A drawn-out silence ensued.
After that, he replied tiredly, “I'll come and find her tomorrow. Please take care of her.”
Amelia responded by hanging up the phone.
The next day, when she opened the door for Derrick, she saw that he had bloodshot eyes and an
unshaven beard. That quelled her rage a little as she made way for him to step in. “Come in.”
He walked in and asked, “Where's Tiff?”
“She's not awake yet. You should wait downstairs.” She then went into the kitchen and brought some
food for him to eat. “You should eat something. It seems like you didn't get any sleep last night.”
A bitter smile formed on his face. “I brought this upon myself” Amelia crossed her arms. “Eat first, talk later. I'm afraid Tiff may lose control and hurt you later.”
Bitterness and despair were visible in his expression. “I'd rather she beat me up, even if I end up with a
broken bone. I'm more afraid she won't.”
She understood what he meant. If Tiffany could not even be bothered to hit him, it meant there was no
longer any love left in her heart for him.
Both of them sat there silently.
The awkwardness lasted for a few minutes before Amelia asked, “You slept with Crystal?”
Derrick froze, and the look in his eyes darkened. His silence was his affirmation.
She sneered. I thought Tiff was just spouting nonsense because she was angry and drunk last night. I
should've realized she wasn't lying about him doing that. After all, she wouldn't have lost control to that
degree if he hadn't done something truly unforgivable.
“Since you've done that, I think your relationship with Tiff is truly over, Derrick. Better to part ways on
good terms with her. No matter what happens to her in the future, you're not getting involved in her
matters.” Amelia went straight to the point.
His expression darkened as he aimed his bloodshot eyes at her. He tightened his fists as his chest rose
and fell. “She's my wife. I won't divorce her.”
“Did that thought cross your mind when you betrayed her?” There was silence from Derrick again.
“I thought you were a good man, Derrick. It turns out you're just as bad as most men, greedy and
lustful. You don't deserve Tiff because of that alone.”
He abruptly stood up. “I want to see Tiff upstairs.”
The moment he finished speaking, a pillow landed on his head.
Both Derrick and Amelia raised their heads simultaneously before seeing Tiffany standing next to the
railing. Her face still had the pallor of a hangover.
He quickly stepped toward Tiffany, wanting to get closer to her, but was afraid to see the rejection in her
eyes.