Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 204. Can’t afford to provoke, can’t afford to provoke_1

Chapter 204: 204. Can’t afford to provoke, can’t afford to provoke_1

Robert Green couldn’t bear it any longer, pursed his lips, and hesitated before stepping forward, calling out softly, "Madam."

Elly Campbell looked up at him, her face, which was usually resolute and stern, now looked weak and feeble, and her lips curled into a miserable, pale smile, but she said nothing.

"What Madam? Elly has long been done with that scumbag Adam Jones!"

Helen Melendy, who had been standing by side, could no longer hold back, and her voice involuntarily rose a few notches.

Robert Green awkwardly pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, thinking to himself that Madam’s lawyer was not someone he could afford to offend...

Elly Campbell didn’t take her anger out on Robert Green; instead, she left with a step, and turning her head unintentionally, her gaze crashed into the deep, dark pupils of the man standing behind Green.

At this moment, those eyes were unfathomably dark, only looking at her calmly, with no ripples in his gaze, cold and indifferent.

Thinking about her son being snatched away by this man just like that, her heart surged with endless hatred.

She hated Adam Jones deeply, hated how he had treated her over those three years, and now he wanted to snatch away the son she had given birth to through hardship!

For what right! What right did Adam Jones have!

She had loved Adam Jones deeply, had hoped, had been disappointed, had resented, but she had never hated him as much as she did at this moment.

She really hated Adam Jones so much!

A glint of icy hatred flashed in the depths of her eyes, and her lips curled into a sneer, "President Jones, are you happy now? Congratulations on getting your way."

She stretched out her hand to Adam Jones with a hoarse voice.

Adam Jones looked down at the fair and slender hand before him, and after a moment of silence, he extended his hand to shake hers, "You’re too polite."

Elly Campbell’s hand was very cold, and when it pressed directly against his palm, the chill seemed to seep through that thin skin into his bloodstream.

Adam Jones once again felt a faint twinge of pain in his heart, and the strength with which he grasped her hand unconsciously increased slightly.

Without any expression, Elly Campbell pulled her hand from his grasp and turned away. Walking to the imposing and solemn steps of the courthouse, she suddenly faltered, her balance lost, and she stumbled forward.

Seeing this, Adam Jones’s face went pale, and his heart leapt to his throat, rushing forward without hesitation to grab Elly Campbell’s arm and pull her into his arms.

The wildly panicked heartbeat in his chest was deafening, as if his heart might burst out at any moment.

Had he been a moment slower, Elly Campbell would have rolled down those dozens of steps.

Elly Campbell seemed oblivious, only blankly being held by Adam Jones, his tumultuous heartbeat resonating through her, her entire being cold as ice.

"Elly Campbell, are you blind when you walk?!"

The voice, grinding through clenched teeth, came from Adam Jones, the panic in his eyes turning into endless anger, venting it out at Elly Campbell.

Staring blankly, Elly Campbell lifted her head from his embrace, looking at him coldly for a long while, as if she didn’t care about his words at all, said nothing, and just quietly stepped out of his embrace, descending step by step with a lingering unsteadiness as if she could fall at any moment.

Adam Jones, not trusting her to walk down alone, followed closely behind, as if afraid she would fall, moving with a subconscious protective stance, until she reached flat ground and he finally drew back his footsteps.

Robert Green, following behind him, shook his head and sighed internally.

Why was President Jones doing this?

Clearly unable to let go of Madam, why insist on hurting each other?

The world of a boss is truly complicated, and he could not understand it at all.