She was a very stingy person, especially towards those who schemed against her son; she wouldn’t let it go easily.
Not making a fuss now didn’t mean she wouldn’t care later.
After sweeping her gaze over the mother and son, she curled her lips into a smirk and shot the mother a warning look before she retracted her gaze.
Since his wife had spoken, Adam Jones naturally chose to obey, turning his gaze to her, softening it a fraction, and nodded gently.
Bending down to pick up Elly Campbell once more, he walked towards a nearby resting spot, "I can let them off the hook, but you must let me see where you are hurt first."
He set Elly Campbell down on a chair to sit, then squatted in front of her, carefully rolling up her pant leg.
Elly Campbell’s skin on her leg was very white, her calf slim and elongated, extremely beautiful, but at this moment, the knee above her calf was swollen very high, the fair skin making the bruised area starkly apparent.
Adam’s face darkened once again.
Director Drago hurried over with a tube of ointment in hand, "Mr. Jones, this is the ointment from the Health Room. Apply it to Mrs. Jones first, and then get it checked out later."
Adam took the ointment with a grim face, not saying a word, which intimidated Director Drago so much that he stiffened completely.
Although Mrs. Jones’s fall had nothing to do with him, it was his kindergarten; who knew if this unreasonably irate man would take his anger out on him.
Adam ignored him, kneeling on one knee in front of Elly Campbell, carefully lifting her calf onto his own knee, and began applying ointment to the swollen area on her knee.
Elly Campbell was startled by his action and subconsciously lifted her lids to look at him.
Seeing Adam with his eyebrows lowered, his thick eyelashes covering the cold thoughts in his eyes, she couldn’t fathom what he was thinking.
Yet his act of kneeling in front of her to apply medicine in front of so many people had a certain air of condescending to a lower status.
At least to outsiders, this man who stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid, who ought to be looked up to by everyone, revered as an emperor, shouldn’t be doing such a thing.
Not to mention them, even Elly Campbell found it unbelievable when she saw Adam’s gesture.
She knew that these past days, Adam had been trying to make a good impression in front of her with what he said and did, even somewhat ingratiating, but she had never imagined he would do something in front of others.
Sitting in the chair, she quietly observed the quiet profile of the man in front of her, her feelings a bit complicated.
He remained silent, exuding a strong, chilly aura that made the people around him subconsciously feel on edge.
It was as if a weight hung over their hearts, and until Adam made a move, they didn’t even have the courage to breathe deeply.
Elly Campbell worried that if things continued this way, these people might literally be scared to death by this big shot.
Seeing that Adam had almost finished applying the ointment, she quickly withdrew her foot, "That’s enough, I’m okay, don’t scare everyone ."
With that, she got up from the chair and said to Director Drago, "Thank you for the medicine, Director Drago."
"Mrs. Jones is too polite."
"I’m fine now, let’s not delay everyone, please continue the competition."
Elly Campbell’s words were meant for Director Drago, but also for Adam.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and the competition resumed. Because it had been delayed for a while, Elly Campbell felt a bit embarrassed, feeling that Adam’s behavior had been a bit over the top.