"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Adam Jones glanced indifferently at Elly Campbell's face and then, taking her hand, strode away from the second floor.
His steps were somewhat quick. Usually, when he walked with her, he would subconsciously slow down, but this time he didn't.
Elly felt that he seemed to be angry, very angry, in fact.
"Adam Jones, stop! Stop!"
From not far behind, Daisy Thompson's frantic voice could be heard, "Adam Jones, I am your mother, how could you let your wife treat me like this?"
"Adam Jones, stop for me! Adam Jones, you're so unfilial, beware of the thunder strike from heaven, you won't have a good death!"
Hearing Daisy Thompson's curses growing more distant, each word cold and bone-chilling, Elly's face suddenly turned cold, with a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes.
That old hag, after having done something utterly shameless, still had the audacity to curse her own son with such venomous words; she had the nerve to call her son unfilial.
