Miss Davis’s apology seemed sincere, and Elly Campbell glanced at her, chose to accept it, and didn’t display any aggressive stance.
Seeing that the young lady was just entering society, inexperienced and perhaps led astray by others, Elly thought it over and decided that since Adam Jones had dealt with Xiao Ming’s parents, she would let the matter with Miss Davis rest.
Just then, from a distance came William Campbell’s cheering voice. Elly instinctively looked up in the direction of father and son, seeing William being held by Adam, continuously waving her way.
"Mommy, we won again, look, so many medals."
William dangled a bunch of medals around his neck, excited and proud.
Seeing her son’s beaming smile, Elly’s mood also improved. She raised her hand and waved back at her son, then turned to Miss Davis and said:
"The world of children is very pure. If a teacher is good to them, they will like you a lot. I hope Miss Davis will think things through carefully in the future."
Hearing Elly’s words, Miss Davis breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she had crossed that bridge. "I’ve taken note of it, thank you, Mrs. Jones."
Elly nodded faintly and didn’t say anything more.
"Alright, now it’s time for our last event of the day, the push-up competition, which requires both daddy and mommy to cooperate. The little darling will count for us, okay?"
The children’s excited voices burst forth in unison.
Hearing that the last event was push-ups, Elly couldn’t help but frown slightly. With Adam’s arm in that condition, continuing to do push-ups could really ruin his hand.
With this thought, she stepped out of the crowd and quickly walked toward the father and son.
"How many medals now?"
"Lots and lots, Mommy, look."
William proudly showed the medals hanging around his neck to Elly, like he was presenting a treasure.
Elly glanced at them roughly, at least a dozen in total. With only about twenty events, even if they skipped the push-ups, they were sure to win.
With this thought, she said directly to Adam, "We’re dropping out of this last event."
Adam Jones’s eyebrows knitted slightly, somewhat unwilling.
The rare opportunity to cooperate with his wife was something he wanted to give his all to; he definitely did not want to cancel.
He thought Elly didn’t want to participate, which, naturally, left him feeling a bit disappointed.
But then he saw Elly’s gaze sweep over his right arm and heard her say in a stern voice, "Do you still want your hand?"
Adam could hear the concern laced with a hint of annoyance in her voice. The disappointment he felt was instantly replaced by a rush of joy.
"It’s fine, I won’t use my right hand."
As he said this, he playfully grabbed Elly’s arm and shook it a couple of times, "I want to compete with you, come on."
As she lazily lifted her eyelids to look at Adam’s flirtatious smile hiding anticipation, the words of refusal that reached her lips suddenly stuck there, unable to find their way out.
In the end, she just said gravely, "Can you win against the others with just one hand?"
Hearing that Elly had agreed, the smile on Adam’s face instantly spread. He gripped her hand tightly, promising, "No problem."
It wasn’t until they entered the field that Elly understood what the teacher meant by the cooperation of father and mother.
It turned out that the competition required the darling Mommy to sit on Daddy’s back, and Daddy would do push-ups while carrying Mommy.
Hearing this rule, Elly’s brow furrowed once again.
Before she could speak up, she felt a warm touch between her brows and saw Adam’s fingertip gently pressing there, rubbing a few times.