Adam Jones pulled the car over to the curb, turned to look at Elly Campbell with a stern expression, and said, "Elly, I had someone pull down the Hot Search not because I didn’t want irrelevant people to interfere with your and your son’s lives, but not to tell others that William isn’t my son."
His gaze deepened, "William is my son, Adam Jones, and that will never change. I’ve said it before, either you give up the idea of divorce and come home with me, or you get ready to battle for custody of William with me."
Elly laughed in frustration again. Adam was always so arrogant and dismissive, assuming that the whole world should follow his arrangements to be correct.
"Adam, what exactly do you want me to do?"
"Wasn’t I clear enough just now?"
Adam frowned, his gaze intense as he looked at her.
Elly stared at him coldly for a long time and said, "Adam, I want the divorce, and I want my son too. You want to fight with me, don’t you? Then let’s fight."
After speaking, she opened the car door and got out angrily. She had only taken a few steps when her high heel accidentally stepped on a pebble, and she twisted her ankle, causing her face to turn pale with pain instantly.
Adam, too, was infuriated by Elly’s words just now. He intended to drive off immediately, but in the rearview mirror, he saw Elly leaning on the roadside railing, limping towards the curb.
Adam’s eyes darkened suddenly, and he opened the car door and strode towards her.
In her heart, Elly thought that Adam was probably born with a vendetta against her, which is why she never had a good life with him.
Now, having ridden in his car, she could even sprain her ankle just walking.
Not only her ankle hurt, but she was also so angry that her liver ached.
"Adam Jones, that son of a bitch!!"
She clenched her teeth and couldn’t help but curse out loud; a sweat broke out on her forehead with the pain.
She intended to endure the pain and hail a cab by the roadside to go back, but the throbbing pain coming from her ankle kept her eyebrows furrowing tighter.
The next second, she felt a sudden lightness under her feet, and someone lifted her horizontally from behind. She instinctively fought back, only to see those deep eyes, tinged with slight dissatisfaction, fixed on her face.
Seeing that it was him, the anger in Elly’s eyes not only didn’t diminish, but it also deepened a few degrees, and she even forgot that she was currently being carried horizontally by Adam in the middle of the road.
"The last time you cursed at me was also when I saved you," Adam said in a calm voice, interrupting Elly. His deep eyes were dim and unreadable, "Wife, you always have a unique way of treating your lifesaver, but..."
Adam hooked the corner of his lips slightly, "This way of expression isn’t very endearing."
Elly laughed out of fury, "I never intended to please President Jones anyway."
After saying this, she attempted to leave, moving a couple of times before realizing that she was currently being carried on the street by Adam. Immediately, her expression darkened. She hadn’t forgotten the incident of William being photographed and posted online for everyone’s scrutiny. Looking at Adam, she said coldly, "Put me down."
"Do you plan to drag that leg all the way to the hospital?"
Adam remained unmoved, his hold on her growing a bit tighter.
Elly gritted her teeth in anger, "That’s better than showing off with President Jones in public."
As she spoke, she struggled a few more times, only to see Adam watching her quietly, suddenly smiling wickedly, which gave Elly a bad feeling.
"That’s not a bad idea. As it happens, there’s a magazine office right across the street. You make a little more noise, and you’re bound to draw the attention of the reporters over there."