Looking at that stern face, a pang of heartache emerged in Elly Campbell’s heart.
She gave him a soothing smile, moved closer, and kissed his resolute chin, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness:
"I’m not interested in knowing everything about someone who’s not nice to my man."
When Adam Jones heard her words, his mood, which had been agitated by Daisy Thompson, instantly calmed down.
He looked at her, let out a light laugh, leaned down, and pecked her lips, yet still said:
"When I was six, my dad discovered she was having an affair, and her lover was Cam Green. My dad was on a business trip in Southeast Asia when he found out. He was planning to divorce her after returning from the trip, but he died in a plane crash on the way back."
Adam’s voice was exceptionally calm as he narrated, but when speaking of his father’s death, there was a faint ripple of emotion.
Elly knew that something had happened between the mother and son, but she hadn’t expected it to be because of Daisy Thompson’s infidelity.
"Due to my dad’s sudden death, the unprepared Jones stocks all plummeted to a halt, and many people took advantage of the chaos to rob us blind."
"It was my grandmother who, despite her ill health, personally took charge at Jones to stabilize the dangerously precarious situation. That woman..."
Adam paused for a moment, a flash of coldness in his eyes, but still restrained the anger in his heart and continued:
"After handling my dad’s funeral, she took a quarter of my dad’s fortune, left me and my sister behind, and married Cam Green."
"At that time, my grandmother was still grieving the loss of her son. With the Jones Corporation in such a dangerous state, she hardly had the energy to deal with that woman any further and let her have her way."
Elly remained silent, just quietly leaning in his arms, listening.
Even though she hadn’t witnessed what they had gone through, Elly could imagine how lost Adam, who was only six at the time, must have felt when he suddenly lost his father and was abruptly abandoned by his mother.
Feeling a surge of sympathy, she held Adam’s hand, listening as he continued:
"My grandmother had to stabilize Jones as well as take care of Lily and me. Plus, with her health already failing, by the time she finally got the company through the storm, her own health had deteriorated."
Elly could imagine how exhausted the Old Lady must have been then, and no wonder he took over Jones at only 18.
Eighteen, an age where many young men are just coming of age.
And yet, he had to shoulder such a large conglomerate.
The amount of effort he had to put in is unimaginable.
Listening to this, Elly’s heart grew even more sorrowful and sympathetic.
Looking up at Adam Jones, his once cold eyes now showed no malice, as if he was recounting someone else’s story.
Elly reached out to hug him, the heartache in her eyes seemingly about to overflow as she said:
"It’s okay, now you have me. We don’t need to care about those who don’t care about you either."
Adam listened to the comfort and sympathy in his beloved’s voice, the chill in his eyes dissipating somewhat, quickly replaced by delight.
He reached out, ruffled her hair affectionately, and the light of emotion flickered in his eyes. He bent down to kiss her forehead, "Thank you, my dear wife."
In truth, he didn’t harbor hatred towards Daisy Thompson. If as a child he had yearned for maternal love, now at thirty he was not an unweaned child who absolutely needed a mother.