"Adam Jones."
Elly Campbell, enduring patiently, clung to the doorframe, preventing Adam Jones from pushing his way in, but she also lacked the strength to close the door.
The two stood, one inside and one outside, neither willing to give in.
"Let me in."
The voice of Adam Jones was somewhat hoarse, mixed with some unclear emotions.
"If you have something to say, say it here."
Her heart cold, she spoke, deliberately ignoring the darkening bloodstain on the bandage wrapped around his forehead.
"Let me in."
The voice of Adam Jones grew colder, and in the hoarse depths of his eyes, there was a hint of impatience and irritability.
Only then did Elly Campbell notice the faint smell of alcohol on Adam Jones, not obvious, but detectable upon closer inspection.
"Have you been drinking?"
She frowned, tried to resist, but ultimately couldn't help herself and blurted out the question.
It was only because she noticed the blood on his forehead seemed to have darkened further.
