It took a while before she slowly opened her eyes, pressed hard against the sour swelling in her chest, and barely managed to suppress the waves stirred by Adam Jones’s gaze.
She rubbed her cheeks vigorously, trying to wake herself up, "Get it together, Elly Campbell, don’t be soft-hearted anymore."
She got up, went to the bathroom, took a shower, changed into a set of clothes, grabbed the document bag she had prepared in advance, and walked out of the room.
Then, as if she remembered something else, she turned around and headed to the medical building behind the hotel.
When Elly Campbell arrived, a young doctor was on duty, not the one she had met last night.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
Seeing Elly Campbell coming, the young doctor immediately approached her with enthusiasm.
Anyone staying at this hotel was either rich or noble, and the doctor naturally did not dare to show any neglect.
Elly Campbell stepped forward, smiled slightly, and said, "Here’s the thing, my husband hit his head yesterday, and in the middle of the night, he said he had a headache. I brought him here for a brain CT scan. We’re leaving the hotel today, and I’m worried about his injury, so I’d like to take yesterday’s CT scan with us to show to the doctors at the hospital."
Elly Campbell was very natural when she lied, with no trace of acting visible on her face.
Hearing her say this, the young doctor naturally wouldn’t make things difficult and said, "May I know your husband’s name? I will get the CT scan for you right away."
"There’s no need for trouble, I’ll go find it myself."
The CT scans were kept at the film pickup window. When Elly Campbell went there, the doctor had just been called away by another patient, so he did not follow her.
As it had only been one night, there weren’t many CT scans, and Elly Campbell quickly spotted Adam Jones’s name.
Elly Campbell took the CT scan and glanced at it. As a surgeon, she knew all too well what the contents of the scan indicated, and her expression immediately turned cold.
"Ha! Moderate concussion!"
She clenched her molars and flung the CT scan onto the window counter with force, her expression growing colder and colder.
She had been foolish enough to so easily believe Adam’s words; she thought to herself, he looked so lively and energetic today, nothing like someone with a moderate concussion.
She stuffed the CT scan into her backpack and left the hotel with a steely face.
Elly Campbell walked into the Campbell family’s gate with much grace, and the servants all came forward to greet her, none daring to neglect her.
This was the real Miss Campbell. No one who couldn’t be seen in public could compare with her.
Even though her mother and father were divorced, Miss Campbell remained Miss Campbell, and nobody could replace her status.
As soon as Elly Campbell entered the living room, a servant served coffee, "Miss Campbell, please have some coffee."
Elly Campbell sat down on the sofa, picked up the coffee cup, and took a gentle sip. The noble demeanor inherent to her was not something Sophie Baker could learn in a few words.
Not long after she had sat down, someone else entered from the door—it was James Campbell.
James Campbell had always suffered at the hands of Elly Campbell, especially in the past two days. It was as if his face had been trampled in the mud by her, and she hadn’t stopped at that but had also ruthlessly ground it in.
He wished from the bottom of his heart that Elly Campbell would drop dead, but the problem was that he simply didn’t have the power to make that happen. Moreover, with Adam’s warning, he had lost all his courage.