Recalling her earlier behavior toward the president's wife, the receptionist couldn't help but shudder.
At President's Office—
Adam Jones flipped through the documents in his hands, his face expressionless. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows bathed him in a soft glow, adding a divine, almost ethereal quality to his already striking, chiseled features.
Yet, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't focus on a single word. His mind kept returning to the image of Elly Campbell's calm, relieved expression as she walked out the door the day before, leaving him with a restless, unsettled feeling.
Robert Green, holding the divorce agreement, hesitantly pushed open the door to the President's office, meeting Adam Jones's gaze.
Adam's eyes were dark and unreadable, making it impossible to discern the emotions lurking beneath the surface.
Noticing Robert's hesitation, he furrowed his brow and asked coldly, "What is it?"
His voice, like his demeanor, carried an inherent chill, capable of freezing any warmth in its path the moment he spoke.
Robert cautiously handed over the item Elly had asked him to deliver.
"Sir, Madam just left this for you."
Adam's brow twitched, and his piercing eyes fixed on the paper in Robert's hand, a sharp glint flashing through them as his gaze darkened.
"Elly sent this?"
The temperature in his voice seemed to drop even further, making Robert nod stiffly in response.
Adam remained silent, his gaze fixed on the elegant signature at the bottom of the agreement—Elly Campbell's name.
A divorce agreement?
Elly Campbell, you really have some nerve!
Anger flashed across Adam's face, a chilling fury that grew as his pupils darkened, harboring a storm of restraint. He stared at the asset division outlined in the agreement, his thin lips twisting into a cold, mocking smile.
His sharp gaze seemed poised to tear the agreement apart with sheer will.
"Sir..."
Despite the bone-chilling atmosphere, Robert continued, his voice trembling, "Sir, Madam also said..."
Adam's cold eyes slowly lifted to meet Robert's, and the latter shivered under the weight of the intense gaze.
"What else did she say?"
The simple words hit Robert like a blow from an ice cellar, relentless and cold, pounding on his head.
"Madam said she wants you to sign the papers quickly and find a time to collect the certificate with her."
Adam didn't respond, his gaze growing even more inscrutable.
With a slight wave of his hand, Robert hastily retreated, feeling as though he'd been granted a reprieve, and carefully closed the office door behind him.
"Divorce?"
Adam's lips curled into a thin, cold smile. "Elly Campbell, why should everything go according to your plan?"
His grip on the agreement tightened, the words "Divorce Agreement" glaring at him. With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he tossed the document into a drawer, shutting it away as if it were nothing more than a trivial matter.
In his eyes, this was just another one of Elly's games, her tactics all too familiar, unworthy of his involvement.
One month later—
Elly Campbell stood frozen, staring at the lab report she had just collected from the director of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department. The glaring numbers on the page confirmed it—she was pregnant.
The one night she had spent with Adam Jones a month ago had unexpectedly led to this.
"Elly, the baby is developing well, but the work at the hospital is quite demanding. I suggest you take a leave of absence for the first three months."
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