Adam Jones’s face remained grave as he nodded, but the Old Lady suddenly grew agitated, "What am I supposed to say about you!"
The Old Lady was so angered that she pointed at Adam’s sullen face for a long while before sighing deeply, her expression stern as she asked, "I’m asking you, do you really want to reconcile with Elly or not?"
Adam wanted to say "no," but those words choked up in his throat and he just couldn’t say them out loud.
After all, he was the grandson she had raised with her own hands. How could the Old Lady not know what he was truly thinking?
"What am I supposed to say to you? If you still have her in your heart, why are you treating her ? Tell me, why can’t you live a good life with her?"
The Old Lady truly couldn’t understand. When the Campbell and Jones families arranged the marriage, he had been fine with it, but before she knew it, he had gone to the Campbell Family to call off the engagement, nearly enraving her. Yet, when she asked him the reason, he wouldn’t say a word.
A year later, when Elly sought him out, begging him to marry her, everyone thought it was she, his grandmother, who pressured him into marrying Elly. But was that really the case?
The Old Lady looked at the expression on Adam’s face with a mix of emotions, overjoyed at the addition of a three-year-old great-grandchild, but worried at the thought of the terrible relationship between her grandson and his wife.
"You know what Elly is like; you’ve seen it firsthand. She is truly hurt by you. And now, you’ve taken her son, her only lifeline. It would be a wonder if she didn’t hate you to death."
With that, the Old Lady helplessly waved her hand and said, "Enough, I won’t meddle with young people’s affairs anymore. You know what to do."
The Old Lady returned to her room, leaving Adam alone in the living room. He rubbed his temples and sat down on the sofa, his mind continuously replaying the hateful look in Elly’s eyes at the courthouse and her injured, helpless figure as she walked away.
Pressing hard on the throbbing pain in his chest, he sat in the living room for a while before getting up and leaving.
Melody Baker and her daughter Sophie had been living quite comfortably lately. James Campbell was determined to marry Melody, and when that happened, Sophie would legitimately become the second miss of the Campbell Family. With the Campbells backing her, nobody would dare look down on her.
"Mom, just wait and see. Once you’ve officially married dad, and I’ve become the second miss of the Campbell Family, and Elly is just a woman with divorced parents... I’d like to see how she can act high and mighty in front of me then," said Sophie.
Remembering the humiliation she had endured in front of Elly, Sophie’s eyes filled with a cold and resentful glint.
"Be careful. Elly has Henry Campbell backing her; he’s not dead yet and not so easy to deal with."
"What’s to fear? That old coot is pushing eighty, and he’s still being cared for by dad. If dad gets annoyed with him, he best be careful, or he’ll end up with no one to care for him in his old age, still backing Elly? Hmph! Then we’ll see if he chooses his son or his granddaughter."
A disdainful look spread unbidden across Sophie’s face.
That old coot had humiliated them, mother and daughter, in front of so many people. One day, she was going to make him kneel and beg for mercy just like Elly.
Hearing Sophie speak thus, Melody nodded in agreement.
Elly was just Henry Campbell’s granddaughter, and now that Jenna Clark had divorced James Campbell, if the old man wanted a comfortable life in his later years, wouldn’t he have to rely on James? How much longer could he act so high and mighty?