Adam Jones's complexion was off when he left; could he have actually been injured at the mall?
She hurriedly opened the door of the bedroom and walked out, only to find the door of the guest room opposite was half-open, with darkness inside.
Down in the living room, a dim night light was on; under the light, Adam Jones sat alone on the sofa with the sleeve of his right arm rolled up high, revealing his muscular arm, and...
...and the startling wound on his arm.
The wound, gashed by a knife, resulted in flesh turned inside out, with blood smeared all over the arm. Because he wore a black shirt and it was late at night, she hadn't noticed that his shirt was soaked with blood.
At this moment, Adam was wiping the blood around the wound with an alcohol cotton pad, careful not to make much noise as if he didn't want Elly Campbell to know.
The dim light cast his solitary shadow in the living room, revealing Adam's tall figure, which seemed exceptionally lonely at the moment.
