She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 130: Chapter 130 You’re the Best

“I’m not blind, but I refused,” Hope Williams snapped, choked with frustration as he often yelled at her.

“Refused? Then why did you give him your contact details?”

Hope gritted her teeth in annoyance, “His grandmother is my patient. If she needs a follow-up, wouldn’t she need to contact her attending physician? What’s wrong with adding my contact info? Without it, how would they find me, their physician? Should messages be sent through thousand-mile transmissions? Or by carrier birds?”

“You’re always right; you win,” Waylon Lewis snapped back.

“You’re even more correct, you’re the greatest, happy now?” Hope retorted sharply, for once speaking out.

Waylon Lewis, “…”

Wyatt Lewis, “…”

Thomas Hughes, “…”

Hope pushed Waylon away and walked forward on her own, ignoring him.

Waylon clenched his jaw and took several deep breaths, admitting internally that he had no way to handle this woman.

“…I’m sorry.”

“I don’t accept.”

“It’s my fault.”

Hope crossed her arms and turned her head, “Oh right, like you, President Lewis, would care. You just yell without any reason, and when I talk back, suddenly I’m right.”

Waylon Lewis, “…”

Hope couldn’t be bothered with him and walked straight ahead.

Waylon quickly followed her, without his earlier swagger, and with a bit of carefulness approached and grabbed her arm, “How about you hit me to vent, as long as you’re not angry.”

Hope didn’t expect this usually commanding man to say something like that. His humble and cautious tone unexpectedly softened her heart.

Instantly, the frustration that choked her heart eased significantly. Without saying anything, she let him lead her forward.

Hope entered Willow’s hospital room where Willow was still asleep, clutching her favorite doll, and Alitzel Williams sat beside, supporting her head, her eyelids trembling with fatigue, yet she dared not close them.

Hope’s heart softened, and she quietly approached, gently tapping Alitzel’s shoulder and whispered softly, “You should go back and rest, I’m here now.”

Alitzel slightly shifted her weary body, not resisting Hope and again looked back at Waylon, sighing softly, “I’m going back now. Take good care of them; don’t worry about Luke, the old man is with him.”

Waylon Lewis nodded, “I understand.”

Hope sat down beside the bed and gently touched Willow’s little face.

Willow’s injuries had recovered well these past few days, and she would be able to leave the hospital in a few days. But the psychological scars worried Hope deeply.

Feeling both guilt and heartache, Willow was so young to go through such a terrifying ordeal—a massive blow to her tender mind and body.

It was all her fault for not protecting her.

Waylon, sensing Hope’s low spirits, slightly tightened his hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry. Willow’s condition is temporary. With proactive psychological treatment, she will recover soon.”

Hope knew this, but she was still afraid. Psychological problems aren’t solved overnight even for adults, let alone a child.

“The grandfather has arranged for a psychologist for Willow.”

Hope nodded slightly, “Yes, I know, I heard her name is Mia Fuller. I hope she can heal Willow.”

Willow was discharged five days later.

The early autumn sun laid warm upon her skin, no longer intensely hot, casting a golden glow that heralded a rare good weather day.

Having stayed in the hospital for over ten days, Willow was clearly tired of hospital life. She was delighted on the day of her discharge, her pretty little face blooming with a long-missed smile.

“Mommy, Willow,” Luke happily rushed over and took her hand.

Willow didn’t resist, but her expression was mostly unchanged at his touch.

“Mommy, why isn’t Willow talking to Luke?”

Hope crouched down and gently ruffled Luke’s hair, “Luke, Willow is psychologically hurt and doesn’t want to speak. You have to take even better care of your sister, okay?”

“Yes.” Luke held Willow’s hand solemnly, nodding, “Don’t worry, Mommy, we will help Willow recover.”

Hope’s nose tingled with emotion, “Good.”

Leaving the hospital, Waylon Lewis’s car pulled up just as he got out. His tall and robust figure stepped out of the car, and he smiled at the mother and children, taking what Hope Williams held in her hand, “Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

Today, Willow was discharged from the hospital, and the Lewis Family wanted Hope Williams to bring Luke and Willow to the old house for dinner, which wasn’t unreasonable. Hope Williams did not object.

When they arrived at the old Lewis house.

Willow, clearly new to the place, found everything unfamiliar and curiously gazed around with her bright, large eyes.

Once inside, the elderly grandfather saw Hope Williams and Waylon Lewis returning with Luke and Willow, and his face immediately broke into a kind, loving smile, “You’re back.”

Waylon Lewis, “Yes.”

Hope Williams, “Grandfather.”

Luke, “Great-grandfather.”

Willow was still unwilling to talk.

The grandfather then took Luke and Willow onto his lap, his face glowing with an undeniable joy. Suddenly having two great-grandchildren naturally brought a smile too big to conceal.

“Bring the gifts I prepared.”

At the grandfather’s instruction, the butler immediately presented the gifts prepared beforehand.

“Miss Williams, these are small tokens from the grandfather for you, the young master, and the young miss.”

Hope Williams, surprised, looked at the share transfer deeds handed to her, “Grandfather, this is too valuable. I can’t accept it.”

“Just take it, Hope. These are gifts for you and the children. If you refuse, it means you are not giving grandfather face,” the old man insisted, leaving no room for refusal.

Hope Williams was troubled—these were not ordinary little gifts.

Five percent shares for Luke, five percent for Willow, and ten percent for her. Holding the transfer deeds felt weighty.

“Just take them. If not, he’ll find every possible way to give them to you,” Waylon stood by and said.

Hope Williams had no choice but to accept.

“By the way, Hope, I will introduce someone to you soon,” the grandfather was saying when a clear and gentle voice called out, “Grandfather.”

The grandfather smiled joyously, “See, speak of the devil. Here comes Mia, come here quickly.”

Hope Williams looked up, and a tall figure caught her eye.

The woman had tea-colored curly hair, dressed in a Chanel-style dress, with a pretty face lightly made up—not overly glamorous—with a smile that was both appropriate and polite; every movement she made exuded nobility and grace, mixed with a dash of playful charm. This must be Mia Fuller, the Miss Fuller she had heard about from almost everyone!

“It’s been a long time, Mia,” the grandfather greeted warmly, “Hope, this is Mia, a childhood friend of Waylon’s and also the psychologist treating Willow.”

The grandfather’s introduction carried shades of affection.

It was clear this person was dearly loved by the grandfather.

Hope Williams greeted her with a light smile, “Miss Fuller, hello.”

Mia Fuller’s face wore a warm and polite smile, “You must be Hope Williams; I have often heard grandfather mention you. It’s finally nice to meet you in person—you are indeed beautiful. I’ll call you Sister Hope if you don’t mind, and you can just call me Mia.”

Mia Fuller bent down gently to tousle Luke and Willow’s hair, “You two must be Luke and Willow, aren’t you? So adorable.”

“Hello, auntie,” Luke greeted politely.

“Hello, Luke.”

Willow now disliked strangers touching her; any touch would scrunch up her little face, and tears would start falling, requiring Hope Williams to hold her.

Hope Williams bent down to pick up Willow, but as Willow had grown heavier, she couldn’t hold her for long. Waylon Lewis reached out his arms to take his daughter, “I’ll hold her.”

Willow didn’t resist staying in her dad’s arms.

Seeing this, Mia Fuller didn’t feel awkward and continued with a gentle smile, “Sister Hope, here are some little gifts I prepared for you and the two little gems. Please, don’t dismiss them.”

The servant took the delicate gift box from Mia Fuller’s hands, opening it to reveal a pair of exquisite gold bracelets and a jade safety buckle of full color.

The gold bracelets were finely crafted, with lifelike dragons and phoenixes, and gemstones that sparkled, stunningly beautiful.

The fully colored jade safety buckle was crystal clear and flawless, and its price was substantial.