She truly hated him.
Adam Jones... What gave him the right to humiliate her like that!
Elly Campbell clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms until they drew blood, until a gentle voice like flowing water interrupted her thoughts—
"Elly, have you come back?"
In the garden, a middle-aged woman with her hair swept up in an elegant matron's chignon, clad in a light purple cheongsam, was trimming the potted plants.
Her manner was refined and kind, generous and dignified; every word and action exuded poise and grace.
"Mom."
She forced a smile at the corner of her mouth and gave the woman a big hug, pushing the sadness back down from her eyes.
"Why don't you go inside and rest, Jenny has made you a lot of delicious food."
Jenna Clark smiled gently, just like the origin of her name—
A modest woman of beauty, wait for me at the city's edge.
Elly Campbell's mother, Jenna Clark, was a modest and elegant woman, filled with a beautiful and gentle demeanor.
