Relentless Pursuit After Divorce

Chapter 1303: 1303. Reflect on yourself well.

At this moment, of course, she didn’t realize that the Adam Jones before her eyes was not her father.

Even less did she know that to Adam, the legitimate eldest grandson of the Jones Family, she was merely a buy-one-get-one-free deal.

She had long grown accustomed to such servile thinking, so now, almost being smothered to death by Adam Jones, she not only didn’t complain about Adam, but even began pleading:

"Adam, I was wrong, I just... I just lost my memory, and I feel so insecure, haven’t you lost your memory before? That feeling of not remembering anything, of not daring to trust anyone, you must understand, right?"

She began to play the amnesia card, seeking to stir up a feeling of pity in Adam’s heart.

But Adam just looked at her coldly, unmoved.

She crawled on her knees to Adam’s feet, gently grasping the hem of his clothes and giving it two shakes, her eyes red, choking up:

"When William came to find me, he kept fussing and even lost his temper at me. I had just come back, I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to sleep, but he kept bothering me, and I just couldn’t control myself and..."

Adam listened with a cold ironic light in his eyes.

William was a sensible child, who wouldn’t cause trouble or throw tantrums at home. Most importantly, he was the best at protecting and caring for his mommy.

Why would he disturb her when she was unwell and wanted to sleep?

This fool, not content with almost smothering her own son to death, even dared to lie about him to his face.

"So this is your reason for wanting to kill your own son?"

He kicked her aside with one foot, "You better reflect on yourself."

Using this incident, Adam found the perfect excuse to avoid staying in the same room as her.

"Adam... Adam..."

Adam slammed the door and left, leaving "Elly Campbell" slumped on the ground, unsure whether to be relieved that Adam hadn’t suspected she was an imposter, or whether to feel sad about the lost opportunity to be close to him after such difficulty, only to cause such a scene.

"It’s all that bitch’s fault!"

She gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly.

That bitch Elly Campbell, even in death she had to leave a cursed child to torment her.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the city.

In a luxurious sea-view apartment, perched at the top of a hundred-meter-high building in Boston.

Next to the spacious swimming pool, a butler stood by, holding a cup of freshly warmed milk.

The next second, an attractive man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist emerged from the pool.

The butler passed over the towel from the poolside, "Young Master."

The man came out of the pool, grabbed the towel to casually dry off a bit, then took the milk from the butler and took a couple of sips.

"What’s the situation with Elly Campbell?"

He asked casually.

"Her leg is still immobile, but she insisted on returning to the Jones Family."

The man paused slightly as he was drying himself, then chuckled, "Wanting to go back to look for Adam?"

The butler cast down his eyes, then nodded.

The man’s face showed no expression as he threw the towel at the butler and walked into the house.

Elly Campbell leaned against the wall, moving step by step towards the exit, her other foot encased in a hefty cast, impeding her movement greatly. noveldrama

By now, it had been over half a month since she woke up.

In this unfamiliar room, besides the so-called butler and the doctor who came to check on her injuries, she had not seen the owner of this apartment.

Looking out the window, there was a vast expanse of sea; to her surprise, she realized that this apartment was built over the sea.