Chapter 35: 035. Father of Elly’s Son Chapter 35: 035. Father of Elly’s Son Editor: Henyee Translations As soon as Adam Jones entered the hospital, he spotted Elly Campbell in the distance, walking alongside another male doctor in a white coat. They were chatting and laughing, her deanor light and cheerful—nothing like the cold indifference she had shown him.
It had been several days since he last saw her, and his life felt like a ss, yet she seed to be thriving, much more than he had expected. This realization stirred a sense of unease within him.
He watched as she smiled, her efficiency mingled with an undeniable gentleness—gentleness that was now being shared with another man.
At that mont, Adam’s feelings were like those of a husband who had caught his wife in a compromising situation—silent, watching from a distance, struggling to contain the emotions threatening to surface in his eyes.
“Dr. Campbell, the patient in bed number 8 sohow got a scalpel and is attempting to commit suicide by wrist-cutting in their room!” A young intern hurried over to Elly, his voice filled with anxiety, abruptly interrupting the conversation.
Unlike the intern, Elly’s expression remained calm and unshaken, showing no trace of panic. Her carefree deanor suggested that she wasn’t particularly alard by the patient’s suicide attempt, as if she had dealt with such situations before.
“Where’s the scalpel?”
“…”
The intern paused for a few seconds, staring at Elly in shock.
Dr. Campbell seed to be focusing on the wrong thing, wasn’t she? Shouldn’t she be rushing to save the patient instead of asking about the whereabouts of the scalpel?
“It was wrested away by the family mbers.”
“Uh-huh, got it. I’ll be over there in a bit.”
“Dr. Campbell…”
The patient is attempting suicide; how can she wait?
The intern truly didn’t understand Dr. Campbell’s intentions. Why wasn’t she in any hurry at all?
Elly noticed the bewildernt in the intern’s eyes and, with an easy smile, patted his shoulder. “Don’t panic,” she said casually. “You can’t die from wrist-cutting. Let her suffer a bit—she’ll learn her lesson. I’m talking with Dr. Churchill right now; I’ll go once we’re finished.”
The intern stood frozen, astonished by her calm response. Was it even possible to react this way?
Not only the intern, but even Adam Jones was taken aback by Elly’s cold-bloodedness in dealing with a suicidal patient.
Could her conversation with Dr. Churchill really be more important than saving a life?
Recalling the phone call he had overheard that day—the man who planned to introduce Elly to his parents—could it be him? The father of Elly’s child?
Adam’s gaze shifted back to the male doctor, whose face practically scread “playboy.” His large eyes gave off an unmistakable vibe of a philanderer, further irking Adam.
With a tightened jaw, Adam quickened his pace towards Elly, just as he overheard the man saying, “I promise.”
The doctor’s smile, coupled with his charming eyes, caused the passing nurses to glance at him with obvious admiration.
“I’m going to change clothes; I have another surgery in a while.”
As Elly turned around, she noticed Adam Jones approaching with a steely expression, as though he were ready to devour her.
Watt Churchill, catching sight of Adam, briefly showed a flash of surprise in his mischievous eyes. He quickly addressed Elly, “Elly, I’ve got sothing else to take care of. I’ll be heading out now—don’t forget about tonight.”
“Got it,” Elly replied, glaring at Watt annoyedly, yet with a smile on her face.
But when she turned back to look at Adam, her smile had long since faded away.
The stark contrast in her deanor only fueled the fire in Adam’s eyes, making it burn even fiercer.
“President Jones, what a coincidence. How is it that I keep running into you wherever I go?”
Her words were laced with disdain, clear and unfiltered.
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