This is such a sentimental big shot.
The discharge procedures for Old Master Campbell had been completed. Elly Campbell supported the Old Master out of the ward and looked up to see Adam Jones coming out of another room.
A look of surprise flashed across Elly’s face as she saw Adam Jones walking towards her.
Adam Jones stood in front of the Old Master and spoke with respect, "Grandfather, are you being discharged?"
"Yes, as comfortable as the hospital is, it can’t compare to being at home," the Old Master said with a chuckle, his gaze subtly sizing up Adam Jones’s preoccupied face.
This kid, although he was talking to him, had eyes only for his wife, oh, his ex-wife, and no one else.
The damn kid might have been a bit of a mess before, but his recent behavior had been quite commendable.
Intending to give his granddaughter another chance with him, he said, "Elly, I have some secrets to discuss with your aunt, so don’t ."
Was Grandfather’s intention to matchmake her with Adam Jones a bit too obvious?
After Elly had helped the Old Master leave, Adam Jones approached Elly. At first glance, he noticed the bruise on her face, and his eyes immediately darkened.
He raised his hand to touch the bruise gently and asked in a cold voice, "What happened here?"
The tone of his voice was already terrifyingly cold.
Elly instinctively touched her cheek and then responded casually:
"It’s nothing, I got into a fight last night."
He could detect a hint of a female hooligan in his usually aloof wife’s words.
Adam was more concerned about this. Seeing the bruise so stark against her fair skin, he couldn’t help but feel distressed.
He had never hit his wife, so who dared to lay a finger on her?
Elly heard the hidden fury in Adam’s words but had no intention to tattle, so she said:
"It’s fine, I won the fight. The other person got it way worse than I did."
What was with the faint pride in his wife’s words?
Seeing that Elly had no intention of continuing the topic, Adam wisely chose not to ask further.
But as he looked down, the coldness in his eyes congealed like ice that had built up over thousands of years.
Although Elly didn’t say it, he had a guess who had dared to hurt her!
He still hadn’t learned his lesson; it seemed that the punishment he gave him last time wasn’t enough!
Every line of Adam Jones’s face was now frosted with coldness.
Though he wanted to defend his wife, Adam did not continue on the subject.
However, the thought that Elly would now neglect him after the Old Master’s discharge made his mood grow even heavier.
Taking a step forward, he drew closer to Elly, lowered his gaze to her slightly furrowed brow, and said in a low voice:
"Didn’t you say you were bringing me soup?"
Elly blinked, looking into his eyes that were tinged with dissatisfaction and hurt, and replied, "James said you could be discharged."
Adam’s brows suddenly furrowed, "James?"
Calling so intimately!
A trace of obvious displeasure surfaced on his already pale face.
He already found James Churchill particularly irksome, and now the hostility in his eyes had clearly deepened.
However, Elly mistook it as him not knowing who James was and casually said, "That’s Doctor Matt, James Churchill."
Great! She was even earnestly explaining to him.
Who wants to know who that guy is!
"Why call him so intimately?"
Adam Jones’s brows knitted even tighter, and the displeasure and hostility in his deep voice intensified.
Only then did Elly realize he was bothered by her way of addressing James Churchill. She paused, then said indifferently, "Oh, just a habit."