Before she could finish, Adam Jones’s icy voice popped out word by word from his mouth.
Daisy Thompson stared at Adam Jones in a daze, then listened as he continued without any expression:
"Kneel here and apologize."
Hearing his words, Daisy Thompson incredulously looked at Adam Jones. She could never have imagined that her own son would humiliate her, his mother, by demanding she kneel.
Wouldn’t forcing a mother-in-law to kneel to her daughter-in-law invite divine retribution?
Daisy Thompson’s lips trembled as she looked at Adam Jones with great sorrow, saying:
"You want your mother to kneel to your wife?"
Even after committing such a shameless act, Daisy Thompson still believed she was Adam Jones’s real mother and that he wouldn’t take things to such an extreme.
Adam Jones looked at her with cold eyes and laughed:
"Didn’t you say you’d leave it to us to decide?"
His eyes filled with a coldness as he spoke again:
"If you don’t want to kneel, it’s fine. I can just cripple your legs so you’ll spend the rest of your life kneeling and never standing again."
Despite restraining herself again and again, Daisy Thompson was still infuriated by Adam Jones’s words.
She had never heard of a son who would make his own mother kneel to his wife.
Even though she had previously experienced how Adam Jones humiliated her, she was still infuriated now.
The grievances she had barely managed to suppress along with her attempts to apologize and show humility could no longer be maintained at this moment.
"You unfilial son, do you not fear divine retribution for treating your mother this way?"
She extended her slender finger, almost cursing Adam Jones right in his face.
Elly Campbell had not intended to really make Daisy Thompson kneel, but seeing her pointing and cursing Adam Jones for being unfilial and warning of divine retribution enraged Elly Campbell, whose anger surged up in an instant.
"Rest assured, you don’t need to kneel. A kneeling from someone like you is something I truly disdain."
Her eyes narrowed, and the fury in them grew stronger.
She withdrew her hand from Adam Jones’s palm, a dangerous and sharp light flickering in her eyes, and stepped in front of Daisy Thompson.
Daisy Thompson, who had quietly breathed a sigh of relief at Elly Campbell’s statement that she "didn’t need to kneel," was genuinely terrified as Elly Campbell suddenly moved closer to her, stumbling backward several large steps before stabilizing herself.
"What are you trying to do?"
She looked at Elly Campbell defensively, gritting her teeth.
There were no others present anymore, so she didn’t need to pretend.
Anyway, no matter how much she tried to appear submissive and aggrieved, these people wouldn’t take it to heart at all.
"What’s wrong? Just a few minutes ago you said you’d leave it to me to handle, and now that he’s gone, you act as if you heard nothing? Is your word as worthless as a fart usually?"
Daisy Thompson’s face twitched fiercely, and she listened as Elly Campbell continued:
"My husband is quite generous with you, at least giving you a choice. I’m different. I don’t want to give you a choice; I just want to break your legs directly."
Daisy Thompson was so frightened that her features instantly widened with fear, "You wouldn’t dare!"
"Do you think I dare not?"
She spread her hands, her gaze focusing on the security guards who had come to maintain order at the scene with the island’s managers, saying:
"I’ll leave this person to you."
"All right, Mrs. Jones."
Daisy Thompson hadn’t expected Elly Campbell to actually go through with it and immediately panicked.
As for the two people in the room, Elly Campbell had no intention of dealing with them anymore. After she dropped those words, she turned to look at Adam Jones, whose face had remained pale and expressionless, and felt a tug at her heart.