Relentless Pursuit After Divorce by The nightingale lives

Chapter 21: 021. The Car Rear-Ended Chapter 21: 021. The Car Rear-Ended Editor: Henyee Translations Hours had passed, yet Adam Jones’s foul mood remained unchanged. The image of Elly Campbell tenderly calling another man “baby” gnawed at him, fraying his nerves.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, he cradled a glass of red wine. His tall figure was mirrored in the glass, but his eyes, seemingly empty, held a sorrow too deep to fade.

His defined knuckles gripped the stem of the wine glass with precise pressure, his fingertips tensing as if on the verge of snapping the delicate glass.

The memory of Elly Campbell avoiding his gaze, guilt flickering in her eyes when he asked about that man, only fueled Adam’s restless frustration.

He lifted the glass and downed half the red wine in one gulp, but it did nothing to quell the smoldering fire in his chest—if anything, the flames burned even hotter.

His gaze fell on the phone resting on the glass table beside him. On impulse, he picked it up to call Elly Campbell, only to realize—he didn’t even have her number.

Meanwhile, little William Campbell, exhausted from playing at his great-grandpa’s house, had been sent back by the Old Master. After tucking him in, Elly Campbell lingered by his bedside, staring at his familiar features. A wave of emotions blurred her thoughts, and after a long silence, she let out a quiet sigh.

“Are you planning to tell Adam about the child?”

and knew

mine. What does he

imperceptibly, her tone carrying a hint of

looks exactly like Adam Jones, and anyone who sees him will know that he is Adam Jones’ son. Do you think you can deceive Adam

fool. The moment he sees William,

what if he’s his son? He was nothing more than a donor. Does

rose, her emotions suddenly

flicker of panic betrayed her—an unspoken fear that Adam

thought of the son she had fought so hard to bring into the world ending up as a benefit to Adam made Elly’s

not a woman without resourcefulness. It wouldn’t be easy

a deep breath, clinging to that

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never discover the child’s existence—and even if he did, he wouldn’t want him—her mother’s words from the night before