Relentless Pursuit After Divorce by The nightingale lives

Chapter 214: 214. No 300 taels of silver buried here_1

Elly Campbell didn’t want to say too much to Adam Jones. The thought of how he had forcefully taken her son away just a few hours earlier made it impossible for her to feel grateful to him, even though he personally brought her to the hospital.

"Do you, President Jones, expect me to ask you to stay and keep me company?"

A trace of sarcasm lingered in Elly’s eyes, and when she uttered those words, Adam Jones was momentarily at a loss for a response.

A voice inside him told him that he did indeed want to stay by her side, but on what grounds?

Just because he was her ex-husband, did that give him the responsibility and obligation to stay and care for her?

And her current attitude suggested that she probably really didn’t want him to stay.

Suddenly, Adam Jones found himself loathing the words "ex-husband," as those words had begun to make him feel passive in many situations.

the next thing Elly said pierced straight into

even say we’re officially divorced now. Even if we weren’t, with your distinguished status, President Jones, there’s no need for you

spoke to him

easily his emotions were stirred by the woman before him, a feeling that intensified

don’t need me,

cold words, he opened the door to the hospital

sound of the door closing gently landed upon

at the now-closed door, her expression vacant, a mix of

bitterness that surged in her heart, and looked out at the pitch-black night beyond

oppression and amplified the solitude and melancholy within her heart. Elly stared blankly, letting

a while, she lay back down on the bed, raising her hand to cover

how she was brought to the hospital, only vaguely remembering that the car

Helen Melendy, whose condition was unknown, she abruptly sat up. The sudden movement made her brain reel with