<h4>Chapter 633: 633. Child, we must remove _1</h4>


    After a moment of silence, she forced a pale smile and said, "So... the child, it must be aborted, right?"


    Pain flickered in Elly Campbell’s eyes as she looked at her forced cheerfulness. Steeling her resolve, she nodded, like she was making the decision for her, and firmly said,


    "Yes, it must be aborted."


    Helen Melendy’s heart was stabbed fiercely, and the hand hidden under the nket tightly clutched the bedding beneath her, trembling forcefully.


    After a while, sheughed, saying, "That’s just as well. I was nning not to keep the baby anyway, and now even God has made this decision for me."


    Although her tone seemed very rxed, Elly saw endless pain in those eyes that once were bright and mboyant.


    "Elly, I want to sleep for a while."


    Her seemingly calm voice wasced with a shakiness she tried hard to suppress.


    Understanding that this proud girl didn’t want her to see her in a state of disarray, Elly stood up and said,


    "Then rest well, I’ll take my leave now. Call me if you need anything."


    "Okay."


    As Elly Campbell left the hospital room and closed the door behind her, she stood quietly outside, listening to the muffled cries slowly seeping through.


    Leaving the hospital, Elly’s mood was also oppressively heavy. Although she hadn’t seen how Helen Melendy cried in the room, she could imagine it well enough.


    She had experienced that helplessness and sadness herself before.


    Jones Corporation.


    First thing in the morning, the employees at Jones felt a suffocating pressure that made it hard to breathe.


    This was especially true for the executive secretaries and the department heads who attended the morning meeting; they felt as if dark clouds were pressing down on them, leaving them too scared even to breathe loudly.


    Bearing their boss’s grim face, they somehow endured until the meeting was over, and they felt as if they had just survived a trip through Hell.


    Only Robert Green, as Mr. Jones’s personal aide, was still lingering in Hell.


    ording to his extensive experience, the boss had definitely had a massive falling-out the night before, which was why, despite numerous calls and texts to thedy, he had received no response.


    Based on the clues avable, it was spected that the boss’s mobile phone number had been cklisted by thedy.


    "Mr. President, if there are no further instructions, I’ll head out now."


    Adam Jones waved his hand impatiently, and Aide Baker immediately turned to leave, fearing that any dy would cause the big boss to retain him as cannon fodder.


    Just as he stepped out of the office, he saw Secretary Rohr from the secretarial office, who looked at him with bright eyes as if he were a savior.


    "Aide Baker, Aide Baker, thedy has arrived."


    Robert Green stumbled, "Who... who hase?"


    "Thedy hase. The front desk called a moment ago to say she is waiting for the elevator downstairs and will be up in a bit."


    Not just Robert Green, but all the secretaries knew that the boss had been in a bad mood all morning, filling the entire floor with a sense of dread, likely due to a tiff with thedy.


    Now that thedy herself had arrived, surely the president’s mood would improve.


    Thank heavens!


    They all hoped thedy would manage to cheer up the president.


    Upon hearing that thedy hade, Robert Green’s eyes also lit up; the savior had finally arrived.


    He then immediately turned around and pushed open the door to the CEO’s Office, "Mr. President, thedy is here."


    Adam Jones, who had been holding his phone, jerked, and the phone ttered to the ground.