Chapter 7: 007. Meeting Again at the Hospital Chapter 7: 007. Meeting Again at the Hospital Editor: Henyee Translations Lily Jones had been in the emergency room for less than half an hour before being moved to the operating room, a procedure that stretched on for hours.
Meanwhile, Adam Jones stood outside, consumed by worry for his sister’s safety. Yet, his thoughts kept drifting back to the woman—cold and distant—whose presence felt so unsettlingly unfamiliar to him.
It had been four years since he last saw her, and in that time, Elly Campbell had matured significantly. She now exuded a sense of control in every action and word, far more capable than before.
She was a stark contrast to the woman he had once known—meek and uncertain during their three years of marriage. It almost felt as though a completely different person had inhabited Elly’s body, standing before him now.
Their reunion came under such tense circumstances.
Four years—neither long nor short—had made his wife feel so distant, so unfamiliar.
The memory of the divorce papers Elly Campbell had sent to the Jones Corporation, still quietly resting in the drawer of his desk, stirred something inside him. Adam Jones’s heart grew unsettled, a wave of confusion and emotion flooding him.
The terrible thing she had done to him eight years ago seemed insignificant now.
Adam Jones stared at the OR door for what felt like an eternity. Finally, the red light above it flickered off, and the door slowly opened. Elly Campbell emerged, dressed in green surgical scrubs, flanked by a few assistant doctors.
As she met the man’s anxious gaze, she removed her mask, offering a faint, slightly pale smile.
“Your wife is stable now. The baby was premature, so we need to place the little one in an incubator. Once your wife is moved to the ward, you can visit her.”
“Thank you, Doctor! Thank you!”
The man’s eyes filled with tears of relief as he thanked Elly Campbell repeatedly before quickly heading toward the ward.
Lilly Campbell watched the man with a contemplative gaze. When she left Boston four years ago, Lily Jones hadn’t even been married, and now, in the blink of an eye, she was giving birth.
The man’s reaction spoke volumes—he clearly loved Lily deeply.
A faint envy flickered in Elly’s eyes. When she gave birth to William Campbell, there had been no one by her side, except for the doctors and nurses at the hospital.
Quickly masking the brief shadow in her eyes, Elly lowered her gaze and turned away.
She was all too familiar with Lily Jones’s condition—a congenital heart disease.
Born into the wealth of the Jones family, Lily had been the recipient of considerable financial and medical resources since childhood to manage her heart disease.
She was fortunate to have been born into a family like the Joneses. Otherwise, with Lily Jones’s condition, the very notion of pregnancy and childbirth would have been unimaginable—just surviving this long would have been in question if she had been born into an ordinary family.
After the long night shift and the demanding emergency surgery that had drained much of her energy, Elly no longer had the strength to focus on anything else. After speaking with Lily Jones’s husband, she felt spent.
As Elly Campbell left without a word, not even sparing him a glance, a flicker of annoyance and a subtle sense of loss stirred in Adam Jones’s heart.
The fleeting sorrow he had caught in her eyes when she glanced at Christopher Moore before leaving only deepened the ache in his chest. Without thinking, his feet moved, following her out of the room.
Adam Jones hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door to the break room. He found Elly Campbell leaning with one hand pressed to her forehead, her face etched with exhaustion.
Hearing the sound of the door, Elly Campbell didn’t look up. In a voice tinged with fatigue, she said, “Henry, I’m a bit tired. If a patient comes in, please call another attending to see them.”