020. Adam Jones’s Love of Heart

She truly hated him.

Adam Jones... What gave him the right to humiliate her like that!

Elly Campbell clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms until they bled, when a gentle voice, as soothing as flowing water, interrupted her thoughts—

"Elly, here you are!"

In the garden, a middle-aged woman, her hair swept into an elegant matron's chignon and dressed in a light purple cheongsam, was carefully trimming the potted plants.

Her demeanor was refined and kind, exuding both grace and dignity in every word and action.

"Mom."

She forced a smile at the corner of her mouth and embraced the woman warmly, pushing the sadness back from her eyes.

"Why don't you go inside and rest? Jenny has made you a lot of delicious food."

Jenna Clark smiled gently, her expression as calm and comforting as the origin of her name.

A modest beauty stood gracefully at the edge of the city.