After the nurse went in, Sophie Baker steeled herself to look at Adam Jones. Although his face didn’t show much, she could still detect an increasing sense of impatience emanating from him.
"I’m... I’m sorry, I was just too worried about Lily just now. I didn’t mean to be noisy outside..."
Adam interrupted Sophie impatiently, "Doctors will handle Lily’s condition; making a fuss here won’t help Lily."
Sophie’s face grew even paler. Biting her lower lip, her eyes reddened, she lowered her gaze, and said no more.
She was a woman who knew her place, especially in front of Adam. For so many years, she had always been a woman of grace and propriety, little did she know that Adam was fully aware of all her thoughts but simply disdainful to entangle with her over these matters.
Time ticked by, second by second, and when the lights in the operating room finally went out, it was half-past five in the afternoon. After a grueling nine-hour surgery, Elly Campbell emerged with slightly trembling legs.
She had just removed her mask and hadn’t had a chance to catch her breath when she saw Christopher Moore rushing over, "Sis..."
"Don’t worry; the surgery went well, but..."
Elly hadn’t finished speaking when she saw Christopher dash toward Lily Jones, who was being wheeled out of the operating room, with no intention of listening to her.
Watching Christopher follow Lily to her ward, Elly couldn’t help but smile helplessly.
At least wait for her to finish speaking.
As she was looking at Christopher, Adam was also watching her, his handsome face covered in dense sweat beads.
Nine hours of standing, which even a robust man like him might find hard to endure, let alone her need to concentrate on performing surgery... it must have taken so much out of her.
With this thought, Adam’s heart tightened abruptly, and he subconsciously took a couple of steps forward.
As Elly diverted her gaze, someone blocked her view. The familiar scent of his shower gel, despite the years that had passed, was something Elly recognized instantly.
It was the kind of familiarity that was etched into her bones. Even if she intended to forget Adam, the scent couldn’t be erased.
Looking up, she met Adam’s deep, dark eyes, and the complex, turbulent emotions hidden within them.
Just when Elly was about to step away, Adam caught her wrist. Her brow twisted involuntarily, and a natural look of aversion soon appeared between her brows.
But then she heard Adam’s voice, "Christopher is so preoccupied with Lily right now that he’s not in the mood to listen to you. You can discuss with me any post-operative care that needs to be considered."
He had found an excuse that he deemed very reasonable and which he believed wouldn’t be rejected by Elly. And indeed, after a brief pause, she nodded, "Alright, come to my office."
After nine continuous hours of surgery, Elly was so exhausted that even speaking seemed to take extra effort, her legs trembling slightly.
Adam walked beside her, keeping a protective hand hovering around her, as if afraid she might not be able to stand and fall.
Watching Adam and Elly, side by side, a shadow flickered through Sophie’s eyes.
After all she had done, how could she accept Adam’s heart beginning to make room for Elly, no, absolutely not!
With this thought, Sophie quickly called out to Elly, yet her soft tone carried a timid note.