He would soon beco an abandoned husband.
Adam Jones pressed his thin lips tightly, frowning without a word, and after a mont, he said:
"Let’s go to the eting room, and call the person in charge of that line over."
Seeing him like this, Johnson Fefferman knew it was pointless to persuade him, so he just let him be.
In the eting room, Johnson called over the person responsible for researching the antidote for Helen lendy’s poison, and Adam Jones asked several detailed questions.
Afterward, he heard, "So, if we can obtain the component structure of Helen lendy’s poison, we can increase the success rate by ninety percent?"
"Exactly."
Receiving his answer, Adam Jones nodded, not delaying any longer in Auston, and then he left.
"In such a hurry to go back? Not staying here for a few more days?"
As Johnson saw him off at the door, he casually asked, knowing that the man was eager to return and would hardly stay.
Adam Jones thought of the ssages Elly Campbell had sent over, pressing his chest slightly, still feeling heartbreak for that worriso creature.
He silently cursed himself for being so soft-hearted.
But despite the anger, the heartache remained.
Especially when picturing her pitiful look asking him when he would return via ssages, he couldn’t help but feel the heartache again.
"No, I have urgent matters to return to."
"In a rush to see your wife?"
Adam Jones cast a calm glance at her, then stepped away.
The plane landed at the international airport in Boston four hours later.
By the ti Adam Jones reached ho, it was already past three in the morning.
Everyone at the Jones household had gone to bed, but the night light in the master bedroom was still on.
Adam Jones looked up in the direction of the second floor, his eyebrows gently furrowed.
Stepping lightly up the stairs, he softly pushed open the door to the master bedroom, where the night light was situated by the floor-to-ceiling window.
On the bed, Elly Campbell’s body was curled up, lying on her side.
The covers had mostly fallen onto the floor.
Adam Jones quietly closed the door, walked lightly to her side, and pulled the covers over her.
As he got closer, he noticed her body trembling slightly.
Adam Jones’s heart sank suddenly; he put the covers aside and half-knelt by the bed.
"Elly?"
His low voice was filled with tension and heartache.
Elly Campbell at this mont had a deep frown, an expression of pain, one hand weakly resting on the edge of the bed, the other covering her lower abdon; her lips were bitten hard.
She was in a state between sleep and wakefulness.
Adam Jones held onto the hand that was on the bed’s edge, cold to the touch, and even with the heater on in the room, her hand was cold enough to seep into his blood.
"Adam?"
In a daze, Elly seed to hear Adam Jones’s voice, and she blurry opened her eyes.
Her hoarse voice had a slight tremor.
When she fully awakened and saw the worry-filled face of Adam Jones, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she sat up on the bed.
"Adam, you’re back?"
She clutched Adam Jones’s hand tightly with her cold hands, and even her stomach no longer hurt.
Adam Jones wrapped her hands in his, still feeling heartache, and sat up from the floor to sit by the bed, pulling the covers over her entire body, gazing down at her, he asked:
"Is your stomach hurting again?"
He silently counted the days in his mind, and realized it was indeed that ti of the month for her.
His eyebrows knit together involuntarily.
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