They had known each other for a few years by now, yet they had never seen anyone so afraid of a single person, especially when that person was just a lawyer.
"What kind of lawyer has the power to scare you ?"
Mr. Wood’s eyebrows twitched violently as unease began to settle in his heart.
"Old Mr. Wood, didn’t you hear the last name I introduced him by?"
Mr. Wood paused for a moment before his face turned deathly pale as he suddenly realized something, "Hall? Could it be that Hall... the Hall Family?"
There was an evident tremor in his voice.
In Boston, having wealth meant you could strut around, and having both wealth and power meant you could strut even more arrogantly.
But families like the Jones and Hall, they could no longer be simply described as wealthy and powerful, and yet he had managed to offend someone from the Hall Family.
The phrase "it’s getting cold" by Harry Hall suddenly flashed through his mind, causing his heart to quake even more violently.
In his circle, he was considered wealthy, but his wealth was nothing compared to the likes of the Jones and Hall families. Once you compared them, he was nothing.
For Harry Hall to turn the tables on him was as easy as squashing an ant.
"Wha... what should we do?"
He looked around at his companions, somewhat at a loss, but they all shook their heads, unable to help him.
"Just now, Harry Hall said it himself, he gave you a chance to drink the wine, and now... we’re not even in your situation, we can’t help you anymore."
They were even worried now that Harry Hall might take his anger out on them as well.
The murderous intent that was unmistakable in his eyes when he first came in clearly indicated that his relationship with Lawyer Melendy was not a simple one.
Of all people who should not have been provoked, it was Harry Hall’s person.
Everyone says that Harry Hall is gentler and more humane than Adam Jones, and that his methods aren’t as ruthless, but is there really any Young Master from noble families who is genuinely gentle?
Meanwhile, Elly Campbell accompanied Adam Jones to the emergency room in an ambulance and had been waiting outside ever since. It was only when James Churchill came out that she looked at him. She didn’t appear anxious but just glanced indifferently at the door of the resuscitation room and asked, "How is he?"
"Are you worried about him?"
James Churchill’s deep gaze landed on Elly Campbell’s serene face, as if trying to see something behind her expression.
"I suppose so, after all, it’s a human life."
Her answer was straightforward, without any pretense. To her, this concern felt like it was for a stranger she might have helped off the street.
James Churchill knew that Elly Campbell wasn’t as indifferent as she appeared, and although he felt uneasy inside, he didn’t press further but simply said:
"He’s had a gastric hemorrhage from excessive drinking. They’ve just performed a gastroscopy on him, and he has a long-standing chronic gastritis."
Upon hearing this, Elly Campbell frowned and instinctively blurted out, "Drinking so much with chronic gastritis?"
After speaking, she furrowed her brows again, feeling that her reaction was somewhat disproportionate.
James Churchill let out a laugh, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "You’ll have to ask him that. If he wants to kill himself, are you going to stop him?"
Faced with James Churchill’s question, Elly Campbell pursed her lips but didn’t respond.
Since Adam Jones was out of danger, there was no longer any need for her to stay, "Notify his family. I’m going to leave."
"You’re leaving, just like that? Without waiting for him to wake up?"
James Churchill was somewhat surprised that Elly Campbell could be so heartless towards Adam Jones.
Without a second thought, Elly Campbell flatly refused. With Adam Jones, the great Buddha here, how could the hospital neglect him?