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.

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 to stay here and look

was sober, her gaze was cold and decisive. Even when she spoke to him with a smile,

how easily his emotions were stirred by the woman

need me, then I

these cold words, he opened the door

the door closing gently landed

door, her expression vacant, a mix of bewilderment

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

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

on the bed, raising her hand to cover her eyes, pushing down

the hospital, only vaguely remembering that the

Helen Melendy, whose condition was unknown, she abruptly sat up. The