Chapter 1442: Before 1442, weren’t you very capable?
This is the temporary relocation site for disaster victims in the Atlanta mountain area. So of the injured civilians have been brought here by the rescue soldiers, and specialized dical personnel are treating them here.
Since the path into the mountains has been blocked by a mudslide, these dical personnel arrived quickly. Clearly, they didn’t hike in but were transported by helicopter.
Elly Campbell glanced at the man beside her, whose face was dark and filled with anger, and asked:
“Did you bring these dical personnel?”
She noticed a helicopter parked not far away. Based on the timing, it must have arrived around the sa ti as Adam Jones.
Adam let out a cold huff without answering. He didn’t loosen his grip on her hand but instead pulled her toward another tent that had already been set up.
“Boss, Madam.”
Two bodyguards from the Jones Family stood at the tent entrance, clearly having co along with Adam.
Upon closer inspection, Elly spotted a few familiar faces among them—all mbers of the Jones Family’s security team—and they were currently working alongside the rescue firefighters on disaster relief efforts.
“Go call in a dical staff mber.”
Adam instructed the bodyguard stationed at the entrance.
Elly realized he was calling soone to tend to her wounds. She imdiately refused, saying:
“No, it’s just so superficial injuries. I don’t want to take up dical personnel’s ti needlessly.”
The governnt’s dical teams hadn’t yet made it into the mountains, and Adam’s team was staff-limited. Naturally, Elly wanted the focus to remain on severely wounded civilians.
When Adam noticed her refusal again, his already dour expression grew even darker.
Elly knew he was upset. Before he could say anything, she hurriedly clung to his arm, speaking in a coaxing tone:
“It’s so rare for to see you. I really don’t want to be disturbed by others at all.”
Adam knew she said that to avoid wasting the dical team’s resources, but hearing her words still lifted his mood. The once stern lines on his face softened slightly.
The corners of his lips pulled into the faintest curve. Yet, he still let out a proud and curt huff, deciding not to insist the bodyguards fetch a dic.
Though Elly’s wounds were superficial, so of the cuts were deep. Fortunately, they didn’t require stitches, and Adam was capable of taking care of them.
He had soone bring the dical kit from the helicopter into the tent and crouched before her to treat her injuries himself.
As the antiseptic swept over her wounds, the pain made Elly instinctively twitch her arm. This startled Adam, making him imdiately lighten the strength of his hand.
“Does it hurt?”
Adam asked gruffly, his gaze fixed on her tear-filled eyes as she nodded in response. His previously tough deanor instantly lted.
“Hah! Weren’t you acting tough? Weren’t you only worrying about Ethan White? Now you know what pain feels like?”
Elly froze for a mont, hearing his jealousy-soaked words. Coupled with his fury during the helicopter ride, she finally realized she might have misunderstood sothing.
She had assud he was rely displeased about having to care for anyone other than her. As it turned out, he was jealous because she had been concerned about Ethan’s injuries.
Pressing her lips to suppress a giggle, she glanced down at the sulking man kneeling before her. With a soft laugh, she asked teasingly, “Jealous, are you?”
Adam’s hands paused montarily before resuming their work. He neither confird nor denied her accusation, rely letting out a proud hum while continuing to bandage her wounds.
The amusent in Elly’s eyes grew bolder. She decided not to tease him further and said instead:
“If it weren’t for Ethan pushing aside in ti, I would’ve already been buried under that mudslide, and you probably wouldn’t have been able to find anymore.”
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