The elevator surveillance had captured Elly Campbell, and the corridor surveillance had too, and he kept making excuses for her, claiming it was coincidental, but now, Elly had personally admitted it, and he had no more excuses to make for her.
Elly didn’t know why the fleeting pain in Adam Jones’s eyes existed; after all, he was the one who had betrayed her back then. At most, she had just considered catching him in the act and then had a change of heart at the last minute.
Compared to the horrible things he had done, she had merely distrusted him. Could that really be considered such an unforgivable sin?
"Elly, you’re quite pleased with yourself, aren’t you?"
Adam tried to control the increasingly wild storm in his heart, his gaze growing colder.
Elly shrugged nonchalantly and said with a smile, "I am pretty pleased, yes. Too bad it didn’t work out."
If she had actually gone through with it back then, she wondered how Adam would have had the nerve to visit the Campbell family the next day to call off the engagement.
Just as she thought this, a sudden pain in her jaw struck, and she found herself pushed against the cold wall behind her by Adam.
The strength in Adam’s hands was astonishing, and the flames in his eyes seemed as if they wanted to crush her jaw into dust.
Her brow furrowed with pain, but she couldn’t utter a word, glaring defiantly at Adam, forcing back the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Elly, to think you would do such a thing and still shamelessly claim how devoted you were to me for those three years? I’d have to be insane to believe a word from you!"
The strength in his grip intensified along with his growing rage, and Elly was in so much pain that she couldn’t resist.
Seeing no hint of regret or guilt in Elly’s defiant gaze, Adam’s pain mingled with his fury, rushing upward.
Elly found Adam both detestable and laughable, as it was the first time she had ever seen someone accuse others so brazenly despite being the one at fault.
Even if she had indeed doubted him back then, it was still far better than him meeting another woman in private one day and calling off the engagement at her family’s house the next, wasn’t it?
Her eyes reddened with pain, yet she stubbornly refused to plead for mercy.
In Adam’s eyes, her silence was an obvious admission of guilt.
He stared at Elly coldly for a long time, withdrawing the strength from her jaw, the storm in his eyes growing wilder, deepening the malevolence there, and he said, "Elly, I regret it."
His tone was flat as he spoke, but the chill in his eyes was far from calm.
Elly looked at him coldly, still feeling a faint pain in her recently freed jaw.
"How could I ever let my son be raised by a woman like you for three years."
Adam swept her with a cold glance, his lips curving into a cruel smile, "Regarding the custody of my son, my lawyer will have a good talk with you."
After he dropped these words, he left without a care for Elly’s pale face, taking large strides away.
Once in his car, he slammed the door shut. In the rearview mirror, he saw Elly’s slender figure still standing at the hotel entrance, the familiar pang of pain persisting in his heart.
Before bringing Elly here, he had harbored a ridiculous hope that he had misunderstood her all those years ago.
He had even figured out how he would compensate her, how he would swallow his pride and beg for her forgiveness.
But the moment he heard Elly say, "Too bad it didn’t work out," his heart was torn to pieces countless times, both painful and cold.
It was indeed her doing, and now she could confess so brazenly, without a hint of remorse.