Relentless Pursuit After Divorce by The nightingale lives

Chapter 915: 915. Waiting for him to come back at the Jones Family’s house

A soft whisper overheard, tugging painfully at Gloria’s heartstrings, she quickly nodded in agreement, "Alright, alright, I’ll eat with you, Young Miss, together, together..."

She lowered her head, silently wiping away a tear before hurriedly stepping towards the kitchen to serve the meal.

After barely managing to eat dinner, Elly Campbell returned to her room. In the meantime, Elly had received a call from her aunt who had suggested she stay with the Campbell Family for a while, but she declined.

"Aunt, please take care of William for a while for me. Once I get through this busy period, I’ll come to pick him up."

"Now that Adam isn’t here and the old lady is gone as well, don’t you feel miserable living there? Maybe changing the environment will improve your mood."

"No, Aunt."

Elly Campbell gave a faint smile, yet firmly rejected the offer, "These past few days, I’ve been dreaming that Adam has come back. I believe Adam is definitely alright, and I need to stay at the Jones’s house waiting for him to return."

Elly thought her naive niece was just deceiving herself. It was just a dream, taking it seriously like this.

for so long now, and he had disappeared in a drowning incident—if he were to

daring to voice them in front of Elly Campbell, for

this hope seemed to make Elly feel somewhat better, which

yet, it was better

if there’s only a 1% chance, it still counts

of yourself and don’t wear yourself out too much. As for William, Grandpa and I will look after

"Mhm, thank you, Aunt."

bathroom to take a shower. When she

time she turned on the light and saw the bright, empty bedroom, she would

had become afraid to turn on the lights, afraid to amplify that loneliness and fear

over to sit on the couch, gazing outside through the bright

married Adam Jones, she used to sit in front of these windows, watching outside, quietly waiting for

had never looked at her kindly, even though he had always been sarcastic and mocking, at least he was there in the flesh, which was better than now,

single hope, clutching her phone in hand, waiting for

fearful—hoping for news of her family but afraid