Adam Jones naturally followed, with James Churchill on the other side. The gazes of the two men met in an instant, the hostility in their eyes undisguised.
The next second, James let out a snort, his eyes filled with a touch of mockery as he looked at Adam’s gloomy face and sneered, "I didn’t expect President Jones to still be so kind-hearted towards Elly. It’s really something."
Adam’s icy eyes swept over James, then his lips coldly curled up.
"Doctor Matt seems to be so eager to meddle in our marital affairs. It seems you’re truly idle. One of these days, I should ask Manager Churchill to introduce you to a few more girlfriends, so that Doctor Matt can divert some of this surplus energy away from someone else’s wife."
James’s expression darkened, the hostility in his eyes deepened, "My affairs, do not need President Jones’s interference."
"That’s also what I’m saying to Doctor Matt. The matters between Elly and me don’t require Doctor Matt’s meddling, please mind your own business."
James did not know that the two were already divorced, and even if he was aware that their relationship was long broken, he knew he had no place to intercede in others’ family matters.
Grinding his teeth, he didn’t want to argue with Adam in the hospital room. After giving some instructions to the nurse, he gave Adam one last piercing look and then left the room reluctantly.
At this moment, Elly was still asleep, her complexion still deathly pale, and her furrowed brows never relaxed.
Adam sat down beside her, a trace of pity entering his eyes.
He reached out to take her hand, placing it inside the blanket. When his warm palm touched her cold fingertips, his heart was squeezed once again.
His gaze quietly watched Elly. His normally aloof eyes inadvertently carried a hint of warmth.
"How come I just can’t let go of you completely?"
His voice hoarse, he looked at Elly’s haggard face and murmured.
They had already divorced, but even he was unwilling to accept this reality; how could he convince anyone else?
When his grandmother asked if he still wanted to reconcile with Elly, he was silent.
Without giving a direct answer, he knew in his heart that he wanted to, very much so.
Or rather, he never thought there would come a day when they would part ways.
The unexpected divorce agreement four years ago made him feel completely out of control.
Four years later, when Elly appeared before him again, that feeling of losing control became even stronger.
Gradually, he realized that Elly was never someone he could easily control. On the contrary, it was he who was easily influenced by her.
Even after hearing from her own lips about what she had done, he still couldn’t bring himself to be completely ruthless towards her.
So much so that even after taking custody of their son in a fit of anger, he still felt a slight pain witnessing the hate-filled look she gave him.
"Adam Jones, give me back my son! Give back my son!!"
In a moment of distraction, he was jolted back to reality by Elly’s sudden outburst.
Her face was filled with disappointment, resentment, and sorrow, and hot tears began to stream from her tightly shut eyes.
"What right do you have to take my son! Adam Jones, I hate you! I hate you!"
She struggled incessantly, her hatred apparent on her face even in her sleep.
Adam moved forward to restrain her flailing body, each of her cries of hatred causing a throbbing pain in his heart.