Chapter 28: 028. The Bastard Chapter 28: 028. The Bastard Editor: Henyee Translations “Mr. Jones, are you asking for Dr. Campbell?”
An intern doctor who passed by saw Adam Jones and approached him, asking
“Dr. Campbell has already finished her shift. She left not long ago.”
“Finished her shift?”
Adam Jones furrowed his brow, nodded his thanks to the intern doctor, and turned to leave without saying another word.
As he pulled out his phone, his fingers hesitated before dialing Elly Campbell’s number. It was the first time in years that he had reached out to her, and an unexpected sense of nervous tension gripped his chest, though he couldn’t explain why.
After two rings, the line went to a busy signal.
He muttered a curse under his breath, gritting his teeth in frustration. Undeterred, he redialed the number, only to be met once again with the irritating sound of a busy signal.
“Damn Elly Campbell!”
The chauffeur, who had seen Adam approaching and had already opened the car door, overheard his muttered curses about Elly Campbell. A quiet pang of anxiety for Madam crossed his mind.
As they made their way back to the company, Assistant Green filled Adam in on the details of the morning’s car accident, revealing that Miss Campbell was actually the president’s wife. Green advised him to be more respectful toward her in the future.
Watching Adam Jones climb into the car, dialing repeatedly but only to have each call disconnected, the chauffeur couldn’t help but mentally applaud Madam’s resolve.
It certainly took guts to hang up on the president’s calls, especially multiple times like that.
Glancing at the handsome face in the rearview mirror, now clearly agitated, the chauffeur hesitated before speaking up. “Sir, this morning, Madam mentioned she was taking her son to school. At this hour… she might be picking him up.”
Adam Jones’ fingers froze on the phone, his dark eyes narrowing as they locked onto the chauffeur with piercing intensity. “What did you just say?”
The chauffeur felt a chill run down his spine under the weight of Adam’s gaze. Swallowing nervously, he replied, “Madam.. might have gone to pick up her son from school now.”
Seeing the president’s expression grow more severe, the storm in his eyes intensifying into a raging tsunami, the chauffeur wisely fell silent, afraid to utter another word.
Adam Jones had always been cool and distant, never openly dismissive or overly expressive. He maintained an aloof restraint in his interactions, a calm exterior that made him seem unshakable. This was the first time the chauffeur had witnessed such a dark and frightening expression on his face, a stark contrast to the composed man he had always known.
The intensity of the harshness in Adam Jones’ expression was so striking that the chauffeur completely missed the fleeting glance of loneliness and sadness that briefly passed through his eyes—likely too subtle even for Adam to recognize himself.
After a moment, Adam Jones, perhaps overwhelmed by his own fury, let out a humorless laugh. However, the malevolence and sharpness in his eyes remained unchanged, as if his emotions were still swirling beneath the surface.
“Ha! Elly Campbell, you’ve really outdone yourself. You have become a mother to a bastard too!”
The chauffeur’s eyes widened as he realized he had unwittingly uncovered some potentially scandalous information.
So, the “son” Madam referred to wasn’t the president’s—this would certainly explain why Adam Jones was so furious. Anyone in his position would be upset, but especially someone as proud and exceptional as he was.
Ever since Adam Jones discovered that not only did Elly Campbell have another man, but also a child, his expression had darkened.
When the boss wasn’t happy, life became unbearable for his subordinates.
“What is all this? Jones Corporation pays you top salaries for this? Take it back and redo it. If you can’t get it right, then get out of Jones Corporation!”