"You have the nerve to talk to me about propriety? If you really knew any, you wouldn't flaunt an illegitimate daughter in public. I thought that in the four years we haven't seen each other, something useful might have finally found its way into your brain. Turns out, in those four years, all you've done is aged, while your brain has remained stagnant,"
Elly Campbell's voice was cold and terrifying, as if she had just emerged from an ice cellar.
Adam Jones had been standing by Elly Campbell's side in silence, not sure why he was there.
It seemed an instinct; he just wanted to stand behind her and support her.
His gut told him that even though Elly Campbell might seem overpowering and invincible at this moment, her heart must be incredibly fragile.
Seeing the many doubtful looks cast from a distance, Adam Jones couldn't hold back and reminded her, "Elly, stop talking."
He pulled her to his side, his posture protective.
