"Madam, the President has been found."
The phone in Elly Campbell’s hand dropped to the floor.
She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and before she could speak, she heard Robert Green’s voice, excited yet trying to suppress his ecstasy, coming from the other end of the line, "The President is still alive."
The hand holding the phone shook even more violently as she tried to control her emotions, and in the end, she didn’t know how she managed to find her voice.
"He... He’s still alive?"
Tears had already started surging from her eyes, completely soaking her clothing.
At last, she had waited for his return.
The United States, Boston—
"How’s the situation?"
Lily Bankston sat in a wheelchair, watching the doctor check on the comatose Adam Jones, her eyes filled with barely concealed tension.
After more than a month of recovery, except for not being able to walk, Lily Bankston had no other issues.
"All vital signs are fairly stable, and brain waves are normal. He should be able to wake up tomorrow."
Hearing this, Lily Bankston finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Elly Campbell arrived at RL Hospital the next morning. As she reached Adam Jones’s ward, she saw Lily Bankston sitting by his bed, watching over him.
Lily Bankston smiled at her and then glanced at her slightly swollen belly and sighed,
"You, already bearing a child, why bother coming all this way? The doctor said Adam’s vital signs are stable, and he should wake up today."
Hearing Lily Bankston’s words, Elly Campbell smiled nonchalantly, looking at the man lying on the bed and still feeling somewhat unreal.
"I just don’t feel at ease unless I come here myself."
She gazed at Adam Jones, smiling softly.
Lily Bankston nodded, expressing her understanding.
"How’s the old lady doing?"
"Before I came here, I visited grandma in the hospital and told her we found Adam. The doctor says she’s doing quite well."
Lily Bankston nodded, relieved, "That’s good to hear. Lying in the hospital all this time, I’ve been worried she wouldn’t hold on."
Elly Campbell sighed, her gaze never straying from Adam Jones’s face.
Then she heard Lily Bankston laugh, "Now that Adam has safely returned, I’ll leave you both to your reunion. I’ll head back to my ward, and you can wait for him to wake up here."
"Alright, Aunt Lily, take care."
After Lily Bankston left, Elly Campbell walked to the bedside and sat down, staring at the emaciated face, the feeling of unreality still not dissipating around her.
Even holding Adam Jones’s hand, her heart felt empty, and she keenly lacked a sense of security. She always thought it was a dream too surreal, and once she woke up, the room would still be empty in front of her.
The whole world seemed to be plunged into darkness.
Her voice hoarse, she spoke, "Have you really come back?"
Adam Jones’s brows suddenly furrowed on the hospital bed, as if he was forcefully resisting something.
His face gradually showed intense irritation, causing Elly Campbell to frown.
The man in the bed seemed to be resisting more fiercely, and the next second, his eyes snapped open. Seeing Elly Campbell, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"Adam, are you awake?"
Elly Campbell’s face lit up with joy, "I’ll go call the doctor."
She was about to get up, but her wrist was seized by Adam Jones. His icy fingertips clutched her wrist, the chill as if it could penetrate her skin and seep into her bloodstream.