<h4>Chapter 776: 776. Overpraise_1</h4>


    In between, Elly helped him remove the finished IV drip and theny down beside him, falling asleep as well.


    The next day, the doctor re-examined Adam Jones. Aside from the external injury on his abdomen, there were no other problems. Adam did not n on staying in the hospital, so he returned to the vi.


    That afternoon, the person in charge of the ind appeared before Adam, "Mr. Jones."


    "What about them?"


    In front of anyone other than his wife, Ind Master Jones returned to his usual cool and aloof demeanor, his face revealing no expression, his deep eyes carrying an unfathomable depth that was difficult for others to read.


    "Dous has been punished ording to your orders, Mrs. Thompson and Sophia have already taken someone else’s private ne to leave first, and furthermore, Dous’s father has been notified and will personallye to pick him up."


    Adam lowered his gaze and pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Good."


    The manager, praised by the big boss like this, simply nodded with dignity, not overly showing joy, clearly someone ustomed to handling big matters.


    "Do you have any other orders?"


    "You can go back first. Keep a close watch on that ck box affair."


    "Yes."


    After the manager left, Elly asked, "What did you do to Dous?"


    Dous was Alva Turnbaugh’s son. Although the Turnbaugh family’s financial power was far less than the Jones family, they still had considerable influence in society and were long-term partners with the Jones corporation. If something serious had been done to him, she worried that their own Ind Master Jones would not be able to easily exin it to Alva Turnbaugh.


    The coldness on Adam’s face softened instantly as he turned to his wife.


    He leaned in and whispered a few words to Elly, shocking her as her eyes uncontrobly widened, "You castrated him!!!"


    Dous was Alva’s only son. If Dous was castrated, wouldn’t that mean the end of Alva’s lineage?


    Adam read the thoughts in Elly’s eyes and, smiling, raised his hand to ruffle her hair, dismissing her concern, "Don’t worry, Alva won’t die without descendents."


    "Huh?"


    Alva had just this one son whom he spoiled endlessly. Whatever mistakes the son made, Alva would clean up after him. This was something everyone in their circle knew.


    She remembered once when Dous had caused a major incident; he had forced himself on a female artist who had just debuted. The woman, fierce by nature, hadmitted suicide by jumping off a building.


    The suicide took ce at the rooftop of Turnbaugh’s Building, which was located in the bustling urban area during the peak of rush hour, so many people became aware of the incident.


    The expectation had been that Dous, having caused such amotion, would have to serve a few years in prison at the very least. However, by some unknown means exercised by Alva, Dous was released without any charges.


    Then Adam, smiling, lightly scraped Elly’s nose and then revealed a hint of mockery and slyness in his eyes, "Alva’s sons are more numerous than we know, and there are quite a few who are more promising than Dous. Do you really think Alva cares about Dous, that his unconditional indulgence is really paving the way for him?"


    Adam’s words immediately brought the term "destructive pampering" to Elly’s mind. For a son, destructive pampering by a father is the most lethal.


    One day, when Dous loses his father’s protective umbre, he will be like a rat crossing the street, chased and beaten by everyone.


    If it was unintentional, it would be one thing, but what she feared was that Alva intentionally sought to ruin this son, making way for another.