After a moment of silence, she forced a pale smile and said, "So... the child, it must be aborted, right?"
Pain flickered in Elly Campbell’s eyes as she looked at her forced cheerfulness. Steeling her resolve, she nodded, like she was making the decision for her, and firmly said,
"Yes, it must be aborted."
Helen Melendy’s heart was stabbed fiercely, and the hand hidden under the blanket tightly clutched the bedding beneath her, trembling forcefully.
After a while, she laughed, saying, "That’s just as well. I was planning not to keep the baby anyway, and now even God has made this decision for me."
Although her tone seemed very relaxed, Elly saw endless pain in those eyes that once were bright and flamboyant.
"Elly, I want to sleep for a while."
Her seemingly calm voice was laced with a shakiness she tried hard to suppress.
Understanding that this proud girl didn’t want her to see her in a state of disarray, Elly stood up and said,
"Then rest well, I’ll take my leave now. Call me if you need anything."
As Elly Campbell left the hospital room and closed the door behind her, she stood quietly outside, listening to the muffled cries slowly seeping through.
Leaving the hospital, Elly’s mood was also oppressively heavy. Although she hadn’t seen how Helen Melendy cried in the room, she could imagine it well enough.
She had experienced that helplessness and sadness herself before.
First thing in the morning, the employees at Jones felt a suffocating pressure that made it hard to breathe.
This was especially true for the executive secretaries and the department heads who attended the morning meeting; they felt as if dark clouds were pressing down on them, leaving them too scared even to breathe loudly.
Bearing their boss’s grim face, they somehow endured until the meeting was over, and they felt as if they had just survived a trip through Hell.
Only Robert Green, as Mr. Jones’s personal aide, was still lingering in Hell.
According to his extensive experience, the boss had definitely had a massive falling-out the night before, which was why, despite numerous calls and texts to the lady, he had received no response.
Based on the clues available, it was speculated that the boss’s mobile phone number had been blacklisted by the lady.
"Mr. President, if there are no further instructions, I’ll head out now."
Adam Jones waved his hand impatiently, and Aide Baker immediately turned to leave, fearing that any delay would cause the big boss to retain him as cannon fodder.
Just as he stepped out of the office, he saw Secretary Rohr from the secretarial office, who looked at him with bright eyes as if he were a savior.
"Aide Baker, Aide Baker, the lady has arrived."
Robert Green stumbled, "Who... who has come?"
"The lady has come. The front desk called a moment ago to say she is waiting for the elevator downstairs and will be up in a bit."
Not just Robert Green, but all the secretaries knew that the boss had been in a bad mood all morning, filling the entire floor with a sense of dread, likely due to a tiff with the lady.
Now that the lady herself had arrived, surely the president’s mood would improve.
They all hoped the lady would manage to cheer up the president.
Upon hearing that the lady had come, Robert Green’s eyes also lit up; the savior had finally arrived.
He then immediately turned around and pushed open the door to the CEO’s Office, "Mr. President, the lady is here."
Adam Jones, who had been holding his phone, jerked, and the phone clattered to the ground.