Anyone who sees William Campbell will call him a bastard, and not just William, she couldn’t bear it either.
Adam Jones heard her say this, and his guilt grew even stronger, "I’m sorry, it’s all my fault that you’ve been aggrieved."
Elly Campbell snorted coldly and pushed him away, "If you know your son has been wronged, don’t treat him as a thorn in your side from now on."
"When have I ever treated my son as a thorn in my side?"
With such an accusation from his wife, President Jones’s face immediately showed a touch of grievance.
Elly snorted again, thinking of little William, who had been banished to the toy room to play on his own, and her gaze at Adam Jones grew even more accusatory.
Adam thought for a moment, and after a while, a trace of guilt flashed across his face, "Just occasionally."
When he wanted to get close to his wife, there was always an extra person coming over and disturbing their world for two, could he not see him as a thorn in his eye?
After all, he wasn’t going to stop doing such things in the future.
President Jones thought with self-justification, and said with a smile:
"He will grow up eventually, and once he takes a wife, we two old folks will become the thorns in his eyes, and the one to accompany you in old age will be me. So, my dear wife, you should be doting on your husband right now, not that stinky boy."
Elly kicked him straight away, "Get lost!"
It’s one thing for the son to grow up, but he’s still little now, isn’t he?
Besides, when her son takes a daughter-in-law in the future, she won’t be sticking her nose in to become the thorn in their eyes.
Alaska isn’t far from Boston; an hour and a half later, the plane landed on the helipad behind the Jones Family residence.
"Young Master, you have finally come back."
Seeing Adam Jones return, the butler felt somewhat relieved, and his eyes lit up at the sight of Elly Campbell and William following him off the plane.
"Young Lady, Young Master, you’re back too."
In the past few days, the online discussion about the identities of the Young Miss and Young Master had been very hot.
The Old Lady was so anxious that someone registered a Twitter account for her.
Thankfully, Adam was one step ahead in recognizing the identities of the Young Lady and the Young Master; otherwise, the sour and venomous comments online could have continued for who knows how long.
"Butler, how is the Old Lady doing now?"
"The doctor said that it’s just the recurrence of an old illness due to her age, and her condition has stabilized for now, but it still needs some time for observation."
As the butler spoke, he glanced at little William, who was being held by Adam, and said:
"The Old Lady might just get better out of happiness when she sees the Young Master back."
Adam nodded, not in the mood for much chitchat with the butler, and quickly headed toward the house.
The Old Lady had her own family doctor’s care and didn’t stay in the hospital; she was currently in her own room with servants and professional caregivers looking after her.
As Adam and the others went upstairs, Gloria, attending to the Old Lady, came out of the room after just having helped her take her medicine.
"Young Master, Young Miss, Young Master."
Gloria’s eyes immediately lit up; this was the first time she had seen the Young Master.
Indeed, just like the pictures online, the Young Master looked astonishingly alike his father.
"Grandmother is asleep?"
"The Old Lady just lay down, please go in, Young Master, Young Miss," Gloria said, then quickly turned and walked to the Old Lady’s bedside, "Old Lady, the Young Master, Young Miss, and Young Master have come to see you."