Chapter 18: 018. Who Is She Calling Baby? Chapter 18: 018. Who Is She Calling Baby? Editor: Henyee Translations “Thank you, Dad.”
Elly cast a grateful glance at James Campbell before turning to Adam Jones with an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry, Adam, I wanted to share my joy with you, but I didn’t expect…”
She tugged at the corner of her lip, a bitter expression revealing the full weight of her grievances and helplessness.
Seeing Sophie in such a state only deepened James Campbell’s sense of remorse.
“Sophie, it’s all my fault for letting you be wronged today.”
“It’s okay, Dad. If Sister doesn’t accept me now, I’ll work hard to change her opinion in the future. I’ll make her like me.”
Sophie replied sweetly, clinging to his arm. “Don’t be mad at Sister anymore. After all, my mother did do something wrong, so it’s natural for sister to take it out on me.”
Her gracious and understanding words, subtly hinting at her own innocence, were meant not only to impress James Campbell but, more importantly, to catch Adam’s attention.
She had known him for years—he was always polite and responsive to her requests, but his demeanor was consistently tepid: not cold, but distant and detached. No matter what she did, she could never draw closer to him, let alone enter his heart.
She understood that being Adam’s wife would grant her a sense of superiority far beyond what being James Campbell’s daughter could ever provide.
“Mr. Campbell, should the dishes be served now?”
The waiter, sensing the tension that had hung in the air earlier, had refrained from approaching until now. With Elly gone, he hesitantly made his way over.
James Campbell, feeling somewhat defeated, looked up at Adam and said, “Adam, Sophie ordered some of your favorite dishes. Let’s eat together.”
He subtly tried to connect Sophie and Adam, his intentions clear to Adam.
Adam glanced at his watch, and added, “No thanks. I came here with Elly, and I must take her home now. I’ll treat you to a meal next time.”
He spoke politely, but his tone lacked the respect expected of a son-in-law.
His direct refusal left a trace of disappointment in Sophie’s eyes, though she quickly masked it, maintaining her usual grace and composure in front of Adam.
“Then you should hurry and take Sister home. She’s in a bad mood. Make sure to take good care of her.”
Adam ignored Sophie and unconsciously quickened his pace, his gaze fixed ahead. In the distance, he spotted Elly making her way toward the parking lot.
Her slender figure exuded a fleeting, heart-wrenching sadness.
The parking lot was nearly empty, and Elly spotted her SUV right away. As she reached into her bag for the keys, she suddenly remembered they were with Adam. Her brows furrowed in frustration, and she planned to retrieve them from him when her phone rang.
As Adam approached, he noticed the desolate expression on Elly’s face soften. A tender, gentle smile curved her lips as she answered the call—a smile that, to him, now felt distant and foreign.
In the past, those smiles had always been reserved for him, but now, they were meant for someone else. A surge of irritation shot through Adam as he quickened his pace toward Elly.
He overheard her speaking in an incredibly soft, affectionate tone. “What’s up, baby?… Yes, I’ll come home right away. You go ahead and eat first…”
At that moment, where was the commanding presence Elly had shown in the restaurant? She was practically so sweet it made his teeth grind.
Damn it, who is she calling baby?