003. The Outsiders

Whenever he thought of the things she had done, he couldn't help feeling disgusted, feeling like strangling her to death with his own hands.

"I see."

For a long while, the only response Adam heard from Elly Campbell was her calm statement before she walked toward the dressing room.

Adam lifted his gaze, his intense eyes fixed on her slender back. Her reaction hadn't given him the satisfaction of revenge. Instead, it only made his frustration grow deeper.

Elly Campbell emerged from the dressing room in fresh clothes, her hair still damp with water droplets. Without a trace of makeup, her beauty remained undeniable, impossible to look away from.

Though he despised her, hated her to the core, he couldn't deny that she had a face that could topple nations. When he first saw her in his youth, he...

He shut his eyes tightly, unwilling to let his thoughts wander any further.

Elly Campbell hadn't expected Adam Jones to still be in the room. She paused, hesitating for a moment before walking toward him, only to meet his eyes as they suddenly snapped open.

His dark eyes, like a whirlpool, still held a mystery she had yet to understand. At that moment, she found herself wondering: what had been the point of her persistence and effort over the past three years?

"Adam..."

After opening and closing her mouth several times, the many words that had reached her lips were swallowed back down.

Finally, she spoke slowly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know my one-sided feelings can make you so unhappy."

As she spoke those words, a sharp sting pierced her heart.

That dull, lingering ache grew unbearably intense the moment she resolved to finally let go of Adam Jones.

When she looked up again, the reluctance that had resurfaced countless times over the past three years now felt much fainter.

And that simple "I'm sorry" made Adam Jones's heart suddenly waver.

His usually cold eyes lingered on her calm, resigned face, and for a fleeting moment, an unfamiliar panic surged through him.

After speaking, Elly Campbell turned and walked away, the eyes that had once clung to him not sparing him another glance.

As she reached the door, an unsettling panic tightened in Adam Jones's chest. Before he could stop himself, his voice rang out, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the hospital to visit Grandma."

Elly Campbell didn't turn back, her response drifting over her shoulder without hesitation.

Adam Jones's heart was in turmoil, irritation surging within him. Why did this damned woman have to say that just now? Did she think he would waver?

Did she think a single "sorry" would erase the disgusting things she had done?

"You don't need to leave. Grandma is still in a coma—it's not convenient for outsiders to disturb."

Outsiders...

Elly Campbell forced a smile, nodding her head, accepting this status.

"Alright, then."

She replied softly, then added, "I'm quite busy these days. I'll move out when I have time."

After three years of holding on, she hadn't expected to fail in the end. All her efforts, all the compromises she made in hopes of reaching Adam Jones, had been nothing more than a cruel joke.

This was the answer Adam Jones had always wanted. Yet, paradoxically, instead of satisfaction, a deeper sense of panic and irritation clawed at him.

He shot a cold glance at Elly Campbell, unable to resist a sarcastic remark. "Do you think dragging it out for a few days will make me change my mind?"

The mocking tone made Elly Campbell frown as she turned to face his cold, disdainful gaze.

"Adam Jones, if three years couldn't change your mind, what difference would a few days make? Or do you have so little confidence in yourself?"