Her gaze suddenly shifted to the study door, and with a bit of hopeful luck, she said:
"Elly, I have some work to deal with, why don’t you go and play with William and the other child for a while."
He had thought Elly wouldn’t be so easily dismissed, but after he spoke, there was suddenly no more sound from her.
But Adam Jones couldn’t let his guard down, he knew his wife was always clever and wouldn’t be so easily put off.
Even so, he didn’t go over to open the door.
Elly was a doctor, and a single glance at his wound would let her know that his injury was no accident.
If he tried to fob her off with a few words, she would only think more deeply about it.
However, knowing that he had been the target of an assassination attempt would surely leave her too worried to sleep.
For now, he would wait for the doctor to come and stitch up his wound; as for Elly...
He intended to keep it from her for the time being.
Elly stood outside the door without knocking again; it was when she heard his voice, feigning normalcy, that she noticed the clear weakness in his breath.
When he raised his voice again, the weakness of his breath became even more evident for her to discern.
Now, he probably found even walking to be arduous.
Without continuing to knock, she turned and left the bedroom, took a medical kit from the cupboard, and walked back.
Once more approaching the study door, which had an electronic lock with password and fingerprint scanning, Elly didn’t want Adam to exert himself any further. Lifting her finger, holding a try-and-see attitude, she placed it on the fingerprint scanner.
She had not held much hope since, at the time this place was built, she and Adam were in their worst phase of the marital relationship.
Just as she sighed in her heart, the sound of the fingerprint lock suddenly beeped, and Elly’s eyes, in that instant, brightened.
The moment the door swung open, she saw Adam Jones standing up from the couch, clutching his abdomen, his pale face filled with shock and bewilderment as he looked at the woman at the doorway holding a medical kit.
Seeing Elly looking at him, his eyes filled with displeasure, he walked towards her with a stern face.
Adam felt somewhat guilty, his dry lips gently pursing, "Elly, how did you get in?"
Elly, with a darkened face, gave him an ice-cold look, and stepped forward towards him.
"Pull up your clothes."
Elly kept a cold face as she looked at him, making Adam feel even more guilty.
Clearly, his wife had found out.
Adam sighed in his heart, not daring to disobey any longer, and in front of his wife, he slowly lifted his shirt up.
A sharp knife wound, over a dozen centimeters long, had slashed across his abdomen.
If it had been any deeper, it would have resembled a New Zealand samurai committing seppuku.
As Elly looked at the wound, she sharply inhaled in shock, suppressing the raging fury and distress that threatened to overcome her, and through gritted teeth, she said:
Adam obediently lay down, and Elly opened the medical kit, taking out iodine, surgical thread, and needles before squatting beside him.
Knowing his wife was angry, Adam felt even more uneasy. Before Elly gave him the anesthetic, he looked at her with pitiable eyes and very wisely started to apologize:
"Lie still, don’t move."
"Punish me then, don’t use anesthetic, just stitch it up."
Angry though she was, Elly couldn’t bring herself to use this as punishment, and still administered an anesthetic before sewing the wound closed.
Afterward, she silently cleaned up the blood-stained gauze, needles, and thread used, disposing of them into the trash bin, without speaking a word to Adam throughout the process.