Thinking this way, a pitiful look crept over his face as he reached out to embrace Elly Campbell, but she dodged him.
He moved closer to her again. This time, he didn’t dare to forcefully hug her; instead, he gripped her wrist pitifully and said,
"I just wanted you to stay with me a little longer, it wasn’t my intention to deceive you."
Elly Campbell didn’t respond to him, just gave him a cold, mocking look.
Seeing that she wasn’t too angry, Adam Jones felt a little relieved, "You see, the wound on my head is real. You stitched it up yourself. I didn’t lie to you, did I?"
He held her hand and moved it towards his forehead, "Feel it, the wound hasn’t completely healed."
Elly Campbell thought of the ghastly wound that oozed blood when she stitched up Adam Jones’s injury, and her heart softened slightly.
But her mouth was still stubborn as she said, "Who knows if you deliberately took that hit. I remember you were quite agile when you were younger."
Adam Jones decisively ignored that heart-piercing comment "when you were younger" from his wife’s mouth, and nodded admittingly,
"I didn’t do it on purpose... It’s just when I heard you call my name, I was so happy that I reacted a bit slowly."
Ever since he deeply realized the truth of "chasing one’s wife to one’s funeral," he never tried to recover the face he had thrown away, and he admitted his fault as quickly and decisively as possible.
Elly Campbell didn’t expect him to admit it so easily, and the corner of her eye twitched involuntarily.
Elly Campbell spoke, her expression still cold, "It’s too cold outside, let’s go inside."
"If it’s cold, I’ll hold you."
Having finally found an opportunity to be close to his wife alone, how could he easily let her go inside.
Elly Campbell gave him a "are you sick" look; it wasn’t as if they were homeless on the streets, preferring to be out in the cold instead of in the warm house.
"If you like staying outside, then keep at it. I’m not crazy enough to join you out here in the cold wind."
After speaking, she gave Adam Jones a cold look and walked around him towards the house.
Adam Jones stood there, touched his nose with a hint of disappointment, but finally followed her inside.
Elly had already adjusted her mood. When they entered, Elly was scratching James Campbell’s belly, and in response, James Campbell comfortably let out a few kittenish mews.
The servants had already prepared dinner, and after resting upstairs for a while, the Old Master also came down.
There were only four of them for the family dinner this time. They all sat down in the dining room when James Campbell returned, looking somewhat weary.
This time, he didn’t bring Melody Baker back with him; he came back alone.
Melody Baker, having her arm twisted by Elly Campbell, had become much tamer and truly didn’t dare provoke Elly Campbell any further.
Elly Campbell was not one to be trifled with before, and now with Adam Jones standing behind her, she was even more untouchable.
This was also what James Campbell thought, so when he saw the four people in the dining room, he walked over very honestly, "Dad, you’ve been discharged."
Elly couldn’t help but roll her eyes on the side, but she held back and didn’t say anything.
She didn’t want her father to get ill again because of this fool’s antics.
"Hmph! That’s rare, why aren’t you keeping company with your confidante anymore?"
The Old Master glanced at James Campbell with the corner of his eye, snorted coldly, and looked away.