Hearing this, Elly Campbell's expression stiffened, and she grew colder, but she dared not make a scene with Adam Jones anymore, only staring at him with a pair of icy eyes, glaring fiercely.
"That's more like it."
The corner of Adam Jones's lips curled up in satisfaction as he carried Elly toward the car.
By now, Elly's foot was in increasing pain, and she had no heart to argue with Adam, allowing him to drive her to the nearby orthopedic hospital.
"It's not too bad, the bone hasn't displaced, but the ankle ligament is injured, so you can't walk for the time being."
The doctor put down the X-ray in his hand and said, then applied a special medicinal plaster over her ankle and wrapped it with several layers of gauze, advising, "After you go back, you can't walk on it for a week, and the area with the gauze can't get wet. Come back for a checkup in a week."
"Okay, thank you, Doctor."
