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"Stop moving, Elly Campbell, your wound is going to split open."
His voice was hoarse as he spoke into her ear.
It was as if Elly Campbell couldn't hear him, with the tears welling up fiercer in the depths of her eyes, and she kept repeating that one sentence—
She hated him.
"Elly Campbell!"
"Adam Jones, Adam Jones..."
She cried so heartbreakingly, Adam Jones had never seen her cry like this, when she was sober, she was always so indifferent and noble, always with that look of disdain for everyone.
This time, by taking her son away from her, it seemed he had stolen all of her beliefs as well.
Adam Jones furrowed his brow, feeling a trace of guilt growing within him.
After a moment, he said to her softly as she lay in a semi-conscious, emotionally out-of-control state, "Fine, I'll give your son back to you, I won't fight over him; now lie still."
