She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 The Ward Family Villa Burned Down

“Ah… Willow!” Hope Williams suddenly sat up in the hospital bed.

She gasped for air, her chest oppressive, tears at the corners of her eyes, everything in her dream was so real, so real it nearly brought the awakened Hope to the brink of collapse.

“Sister-in-law.”

“Hope.”

“Little Hope.”

Seeing her awake, everyone around her bed immediately gathered, and Hope’s gaze swept over them as she asked, “Willow, where’s Willow?”

“Willow is still in the ICU, Waylon Lewis and Luke just went to be with her,” Aria Richardson said with tenderness in her eyes, already red and swollen from crying countless times.

Hope fiercely threw off her blanket, completely disregarding the IV in her hand, ripped it off, and bolted towards the door.

“Hope, calm down a bit, your body is still very weak, you…”

“Let me go, let me go!” Hope roared, “I have to go back to be with Willow.”

“Sister-in-law, Willow, my brother is with her, everything will be okay, you should finish your IV drip first,” Wyatt Lewis pleaded with red-rimmed eyes.

Hope wouldn’t listen. Benjamin Myers solemnly raised his hand to stop Aria and Wyatt, watching Hope’s retreating back with eyes full of sorrow and sadness, “Let her go. Holding her back will only make her more distressed.”

Keeping emotions bottled up can drive a person crazy.

Hope stumbled to the entrance of the ICU where Elder Lewis, Christopher Lewis, and Alitzel Williams were all present.

Elder Lewis sat in his wheelchair with his head bowed low, his aged figure overwhelmed with grief. Alitzel Williams was sobbing uncontrollably, and Christopher Lewis frowned deeply, saying nothing.

Upon seeing Hope, Alitzel rushed forward, “Are you satisfied now? This is the consequence of you stealing the child, she’s going to be killed by you.”

“Alitzel Williams, have you had enough?” Elder Lewis shouted hoarsely, “Little Hope is the child’s mother, and her grief is not a bit less than yours.”

“If it weren’t for her hiding the child, it wouldn’t have come to this. Now look at what you’ve done, Hope, are you satisfied? Look, look inside, it’s all your fault, I’m asking you, are you satisfied?” Alitzel’s voice was roaring and trembling with uncontrollable emotion.

That’s her own granddaughter, whom she hadn’t even had the chance to love properly, and now the child was in such a state – how could Alitzel not lose her mind.

Regardless of how Alitzel Williams cursed and struck her, Hope stood quietly at the window, gazing at the robust figure of the man inside, his long, gentle hands moistening a cotton swab with water to feed Willow.

Hope pushed the door open and went inside. Hearing the noise, Waylon turned his head, Hope looked at him to see his bloodshot eyes; he hadn’t rested in days, running between the hospital and the company, his eyes red and the area beneath them dark with fatigue.

“Feeling any better?” Waylon pulled Hope’s hand, guiding her to sit on the chair beside him.

“Waylon Lewis…” Hope’s voice carried a hint of a choke.

Waylon raised his hand, gently and tenderly stroking her soft hair, “What’s wrong?”

“Is it all my fault? If I had left Luke and Willow with the Lewis family, no one would dare to touch them, right?”

Waylon held her hand, “It’s not your fault. You did what’s right. You’ve protected the children well. It’s me who’s in the wrong. I haven’t fulfilled my fatherly responsibilities. Once Willow gets better, let’s take care of Luke and Willow together, okay?”

Hope looked at Waylon with a dim gaze, slowly nodded her head, her lips trembling as she uttered weakly, “You go back and rest; I’ll stay here. Don’t argue with me, you can take over tomorrow. And also for Luke, if your parents want to take him to the Lewis residence, then don’t stop them. He needs someone to take care of him now.”

Hope had thought it through; Luke and Willow were Waylon’s children and everyone knew it. Many were waiting to take their shot at them; Luke needed the protection of the Lewis family.

Waylon knew she was persuading him to rest. He deeply kissed Hope’s forehead, “Alright.”

Waylon Lewis had kept Hope Williams company for a while longer before he finally got up to leave. As he walked out, he saw Old Master Lewis, Christopher Lewis, and Alitzel Williams waiting at the door.

Everyone quickly went up to greet him.

“How is Willow’s condition now?” Alitzel Williams asked first.

Waylon’s handsome face was gloomy and tired. He said nothing and walked straight away.

Unacknowledged, Alitzel Williams looked at Christopher and then at Elder Lewis.

Elder Lewis sighed helplessly and said, “Waylon values Hope so much. With Willow’s incident, the most heartbroken have to be him and Hope. You’ve repeatedly made things difficult and blamed Hope. It’s no wonder he’s unhappy with you.”

Alitzel Williams was also anxious about the child and felt somewhat wronged. “But I’m just stating the facts.”

If Hope had given the child to the Lewis family, such a terrible thing wouldn’t have happened.

Elder Lewis sighed deeply and said with a heavy heart, “You don’t understand everything. The affair between Hope and Waylon back then wasn’t so simple. There’s no absolute right or wrong. It was wrong for Hope to leave without a word, but as far as I know, it was Waylon who wanted her to have an abortion, forcing Hope to flee. Doesn’t Waylon bear any responsibility for Hope’s departure?”

“This…” Alitzel Williams was speechless.

Elder Lewis turned his head to look at the intensive care unit and continued in an aged voice, “Hope gave birth to Luke and Willow. You want her to return the children to the Lewis family for upbringing. Does she not have a heart? To hand over children she raised by hand to someone else, wouldn’t her heart ache?”

“It was you who didn’t want her children initially. Now that she’s raised them well, you want them back. What right do you have to enjoy all the benefits?”

“You keep accusing her endlessly. Have you ever thought about her for a moment? If it were your children, would you be willing to hand them over to someone else?”

Elder Lewis’s eyes were frosty and profound. “In terms of right and wrong, you also made mistakes back then, driving a woman to such despair. I’m also to blame, always saying I protect her, yet ultimately letting her bear everything alone. We all should introspect and examine ourselves. After all, it’s our Lewis family that wronged her.”

The more Elder Lewis spoke, the more Alitzel Williams and Christopher bowed their heads.

Waylon got into the car, tiredly furrowing his brow.

Thomas Hughes, in the driver’s seat, looked at his boss through the rearview mirror.

His gravelly voice slowly said, “Speak up.”

Thomas Hughes immediately averted his gaze and said, “Boss, the Ward family’s villa… it was burned down.”

Waylon’s brows twitched, but his eyes remained closed as he asked coldly, “Who did it?”

“We’re still investigating. This group attacked the Ward family right after we left. Kaeli Thompson from the Ward family was shot five times and died on the spot. Joy Ward and Christopher Ward weren’t hurt, but they were extremely shocked. By the time they were taken to the hospital, they were somewhat delirious. But that’s secondary. After doing all that, these people set fire to the Ward family’s villa. It looks like a vendetta.”

The actions of that group were outrageously brazen.

Waylon opened his eyes, his handsome face tense, and frost gathered between his brows. His thin lips emitted two cold words, “Continue.”

Thomas spoke fluidly, “They are well-trained and armed, each of them appearing to have had professional training. Among them, we even identified one person.”

Thomas handed over the intercepted image to Waylon, “This person is Wesley Ruiz, the one we’ve been looking for who murdered… murdered the Third Young Master eight years ago.”

Waylon’s expression changed immediately, and his long, narrow eyebrows fiercely knitted together. Holding the photo, a coldness swirled between his brows.

Thomas suddenly found it hard to breathe, and every inch of his skin screamed in fear.

Waylon lifted his dark eyes, and Thomas was so scared that he bowed his head even deeper.