Relentless Pursuit After Divorce
Chapter 915. Waiting for him to come back at the Jones Family’s house

Chapter 915: 915. Waiting for him to come back at the Jones Family’s house

A soft whisper overheard, tugging painfully at Gloria’s heartstrings, she quickly nodded in agreement, "Alright, alright, I’ll eat with you, Young Miss, together, together..."

She lowered her head, silently wiping away a tear before hurriedly stepping towards the kitchen to serve the meal.

After barely managing to eat dinner, Elly Campbell returned to her room. In the meantime, Elly had received a call from her aunt who had suggested she stay with the Campbell Family for a while, but she declined.

"Aunt, please take care of William for a while for me. Once I get through this busy period, I’ll come to pick him up."

"Now that Adam isn’t here and the old lady is gone as well, don’t you feel miserable living there? Maybe changing the environment will improve your mood."

"No, Aunt."

Elly Campbell gave a faint smile, yet firmly rejected the offer, "These past few days, I’ve been dreaming that Adam has come back. I believe Adam is definitely alright, and I need to stay at the Jones’s house waiting for him to return."

Elly thought her naive niece was just deceiving herself. It was just a dream, taking it seriously like this.

Adam had been missing for so long now, and he had disappeared in a drowning incident—if he were to be found, it’s feared that...

Such thoughts Elly could only entertain in her mind, never daring to voice them in front of Elly Campbell, for fear of inflicting further pain on her.

Nevertheless, holding onto this hope seemed to make Elly feel somewhat better, which was still a good thing.

No matter what, since Adam hadn’t been found yet, it was better than the certainty of him being dead.

Even if there’s only a 1% chance, it still counts as hope.

"Alright then, take good care of yourself and don’t wear yourself out too much. As for William, Grandpa and I will look after him well, don’t worry."

"Mhm, thank you, Aunt."

After hanging up the call, Elly went to the bathroom to take a shower. When she came out, she didn’t turn on the lights.

She couldn’t remember how long it had been since every time she turned on the light and saw the bright, empty bedroom, she would be instantly engulfed by a silence that filled her with fear and panic.

So gradually, she had become afraid to turn on the lights, afraid to amplify that loneliness and fear without limits.

She went over to sit on the couch, gazing outside through the bright floor-to-ceiling window.

In the first three years after she had married Adam Jones, she used to sit in front of these windows, watching outside, quietly waiting for his return, waiting for his car to slowly drive into the yard.

Even though he had never looked at her kindly, even though he had always been sarcastic and mocking, at least he was there in the flesh, which was better than now, her waiting indefinitely with no end in sight.

During this period, she harbored a single hope, clutching her phone in hand, waiting for a call from the United States.

She was both hopeful and fearful—hoping for news of her family but afraid of receiving bad news.

It was amidst such contradictions that she had spent night after night, unsure how she managed to get by till now.

Her phone remained tightly in her grip, as she gradually succumbed to the onslaught of drowsiness.

Just like always, she waited for dawn against a seemingly hopeless hope.

But this time, things didn’t go as Elly had expected.

Just as she had nodded off on the couch, the phone in her hand suddenly sprang to life, jolting her instantly awake.

On the phone was a call from Robert Green. Her hand began to tremble violently.

As if an entire century had passed before she mustered enough courage to answer.

"Hello?"

She kept her voice deliberately low, so as not to reveal its obvious trembling.