The anger on his face had subsided a bit, but the oppressive atmosphere around him had not yet dissipated.
Helen Melendy gave Harry Hall a cold look, her face revealing a hint of mockery, "What about your precious mother, huh?"
She thought his annoyance was because she called his mother a piece of work and, with a cold laugh in her heart, held back for a while but eventually couldn’t resist saying:
"Do you think your mom is sick? Did I eat her family’s rice, or did I occupy their land? Why is she always causing me trouble?"
Harry’s face was dark and grim as he watched Helen Melendy for a long time before finally saying, "My mom’s been causing you trouble?"
Helen Melendy responded with a mocking raise of her eyebrows, arms crossed over her chest, arrogantly tilting her chin up, "Harry Hall, I think the most unfortunate thing is that I once dated her son. But it’s been so many years; why can’t she let me go? Do me a favor, go back and tell her that since we broke up three years ago, there’s no chance I’ll cling to you again. Tell her to leave me alone."
After speaking, she stepped into the elevator, leaving Harry Hall alone outside, watching the doors slowly close with a complex expression on his face.
When Helen Melendy reached the ground floor, she saw Elly Campbell from afar sitting quietly on a bench in the hospital lawn, her face expressionless.
But the truth that Harry Hall told her about eight years ago must have been a huge shock to her.
Who could accept that because of some ridiculous misunderstanding, they’d been coldly treated for three years?
Helen Melendy paused in her tracks for a moment, then still walked up to her with concern.
She called out with concern, sitting next to her, "Are you okay?"
Elly shook her head and, after a moment, laughed self-deprecatingly, "I just find it a bit ridiculous."
Her voice was somewhat hoarse, and in the quiet night, it carried a touch of desolation, "If he had asked me eight years ago, or when he came to break off our engagement, if I had asked him, could we have avoided all this?"
Helen Melendy kept silent beside her, not knowing how to answer this question.
Elly didn’t need her answer, continuing on her own, "After all, it’s just because we didn’t trust each other enough.
"He didn’t trust me, and I didn’t trust him, that’s why we’ve wasted so many years."
She folded her hands on her lap, her smile bittersweet, "Although Adam and I were engaged, we never really interacted much. At that time, I was studying in the United States and seldom came here. The little I knew about him was only from business magazines."
At this point, she laughed at herself again, "When I first met Adam Jones, I was just eight years old. I longed for James Campbell to show me more affection, longing for him to spoil me and keep me company like other kids’ dads."
"But James Campbell despised me. Every time I tried to approach him, I would be chased away. I wondered then if it was because I wasn’t as good as the other children, that’s why my father didn’t like me."
As she spoke these words, Elly was very calm. Even when mentioning James Campbell, there wasn’t a ripple in her emotions. Helen Melendy knew that for Elly, James Campbell was now just a name, nothing more.
"I was sitting by the swimming pool at home, crying, and then Adam Jones sat down beside me, wiping my tears with a handkerchief."