Chapter 21: 021. The Car Rear-Ended Chapter 21: 021. The Car Rear-Ended Editor: Henyee Translations Hours had passed, yet Adam Jones’s foul mood remained unchanged. The image of Elly Campbell tenderly calling another man “baby” gnawed at him, fraying his nerves.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, he cradled a glass of red wine. His tall figure was mirrored in the glass, but his eyes, seemingly empty, held a sorrow too deep to fade.
His defined knuckles gripped the stem of the wine glass with precise pressure, his fingertips tensing as if on the verge of snapping the delicate glass.
The memory of Elly Campbell avoiding his gaze, guilt flickering in her eyes when he asked about that man, only fueled Adam’s restless frustration.
He lifted the glass and downed half the red wine in one gulp, but it did nothing to quell the smoldering fire in his chest—if anything, the flames burned even hotter.
His gaze fell on the phone resting on the glass table beside him. On impulse, he picked it up to call Elly Campbell, only to realize—he didn’t even have her number.
Meanwhile, little William Campbell, exhausted from playing at his great-grandpa’s house, had been sent back by the Old Master. After tucking him in, Elly Campbell lingered by his bedside, staring at his familiar features. A wave of emotions blurred her thoughts, and after a long silence, she let out a quiet sigh.
“Are you planning to tell Adam about the child?”
Jenna Clark noticed the unspoken melancholy in Elly’s expression and knew she hadn’t truly let go of Adam Jones.
“The child is mine. What does he have to do with Adam Jones?”
Elly’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly, her tone carrying a hint of resistance.
“He looks exactly like Adam Jones, and anyone who sees him will know that he is Adam Jones’ son. Do you think you can deceive Adam Jones?”
Jenna, unwilling to let her evade the truth, pressed on. “Adam isn’t a fool. The moment he sees William, he’ll know. Do you really think you can keep him hidden forever?”
So what if he’s his son? He was nothing more than a donor. Does he think he can take my child away from me?”
Elly’s voice rose, her emotions suddenly flaring.
Yet, deep in her eyes, a flicker of panic betrayed her—an unspoken fear that Adam just might.
The mere thought of the son she had fought so hard to bring into the world ending up as a benefit to Adam made Elly’s heart twist with pain.
But Elly Campbell was not a woman without resourcefulness. It wouldn’t be easy for Adam to take her child from her.
She took a deep breath, clinging to that reassurance.
Even as Elly kept reassuring herself that Adam would never discover the child’s existence—and even if he did, he wouldn’t want him—her mother’s words from the night before lingered in her mind, unsettling her.
A sudden, jarring noise snapped her out of her thoughts. She had just crashed into the black Maybach parked in front of her.
She frowned, muttering under her breath as she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt. Turning to William in the back seat, she softened her voice. “Stay here, baby. Mom will be right back.”
Stepping out, she walked toward the car she had hit. The other chauffeur had also exited, his tall, imposing figure exuding a quiet authority. His sharp, resolute features carried a hint of dissatisfaction.
She glanced at the priceless Maybach in front of her, its rear already dented from the impact. With a genuine look of apology, she turned to the chauffeur and said, “I’m so sorry, I was distracted. Please, I truly apologize.”