She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Entrusting Hope Williams’s Child to Joy Ward for Care

Waylon Lewis stepped out, and the oppressive feeling in the room dissipated with his departure.

Alitzel Williams approached Hope Williams, her gaze as disdainful and condescending as ever—a look all too familiar to Hope.

Without a word, Hope seemed oblivious to Alitzel’s scornful stare.

Alitzel spoke coldly, “Hope, it’s time for our family dinner, and you, I’m afraid, are not invited.”

Hope responded with a slight smile, her gaze meeting Alitzel’s neither servile nor overbearing.

Alitzel was taken aback—Hope seemed different from before, her gaze and the very aura about her conveyed a sense of change.

Gone was the former subservience, replaced by a cold demeanor and confident actions.

Hope glanced at Grandpa Lewis. His condition wouldn’t erupt again in the short term, and the medicine she prepared would last a while. She needed to return and thoroughly work on the next phase of his treatment.

Repeated hints to leave meant it was time for Hope to depart.

Moreover, with Waylon now absent, it was the perfect opportunity to slip away.

Hope left the Lewis family’s old mansion without a hitch.

A Cadillac smoothly pulled up in front of her.

The person inside rolled down the window and playfully snapped their fingers at her, “Hope, get in quick.”

“How did you know to come?” Hope exclaimed, relieved, as she had been worried about not being able to find a ride.

“We never left; we’ve been following you, waiting to help you escape at the first chance,” Aria Richardson explained.

“Mommy.”

“Mommy, we’re here too,” the two little ones from the backseat called out excitedly upon seeing Hope.

Any lingering gloom in Hope’s heart evaporated, and she hurriedly got into the car, pulling both little ones into her embrace.

It wasn’t safe to stay long, so Aria drove off speedily.

“Mommy, we missed you so much.” Luke and Willow snuggled in Hope’s arms, both excited and thrilled.

“My precious ones, Mommy missed you too, and you were both so brave today—I’m proud of you,” Hope hugged the children close.

“Hey! Hey! Now that you have your real kids, you forget your godmother, and your best friend too, huh?” Aria, driving up front, clutched her chest in mock hurt, “It chills my heart.”

“Godmother, if you were taken away, we’d miss you too,” Luke said with his babyish voice.

“No, don’t you two little tykes count on me getting caught, that terrifies me.”

Luke and Willow burst into giggles.

“Aria, thanks for your hard work today.”

“It wasn’t tough—it’s just running errands. Wherever you are, Luke’s tracker can pinpoint your location.”

Hope knew of Luke’s innate talent with all things electronic. She affectionately rubbed the tops of Luke and Willow’s heads. They indeed were the greatest gifts heaven could bestow upon her.

“Let’s go eat, I’m starving to death,” Aria’s stomach growled.

It was dinner time, and they had all been waiting for her, probably having not eaten. Hope felt quite guilty.

“Sure, you choose the place, it’s my treat.”

Aria didn’t stand on ceremony with Hope, “Let’s go for home-cooking, is that okay for you guys? I know a good place.”

Hope nodded, “Okay.”

The car made its way to the restaurant, where they were in luck to find seats available at that hour. A waiter led them to a private room.

Once served, the hunger of the two small ones was evident as their cheeks puffed continuously with food.

Hope ate some and then began serving the children.

“Hope, what exactly is going on with you and Waylon Lewis now?” Aria asked, concern in her voice. The two of them couldn’t keep up this game of one running and the other chasing forever.

Hope, almost finished eating, put down her chopsticks. Her eyes tired and resigned, she said, “He wants me to hand over Luke and Willow.”

“What? He wants to take the children back?”

“Mm-hmm.”

If not for the presence of the children, Aria would have slammed her chopsticks down in anger, “How dare he? Back then, he was the one who didn’t want them, and now he wants them back—it’s preposterous.”

While continuing to serve the children—who were immersed in their meal and had not caught on to their conversation—Hope sighed, her gaze resolute, “I will not hand over my children to him.”

These two were her life now; she would protect them at all costs.

She considered sending the children out of the country to lie low, but quickly dismissed the idea—they were too young to be apart from her, and she could not be away from them either. Besides, she couldn’t leave the place; Grandpa Lewis’s illness needed her treatment.

Thus, all she could do now was to be careful, very careful.

Study room.

Christopher Lewis and Waylon Lewis sat facing each other across the tea table.

The bright light fell silently on the pair, casting shadows of two men with strikingly similar features.

Christopher poured tea from the teapot into cups, his head slightly bowed, the movement measured and unhurried.

Waylon’s expression was indifferent, his wise eyes narrowing slightly.

The atmosphere between them didn’t resemble that of father and son; it was more akin to two masters strategizing.

“What do you plan to do about the children?” Christopher placed a teacup in front of Waylon, his deep voice resonating slowly.

Waylon wasn’t surprised that Christopher knew about Hope having children. He picked up his tea, sipping elegantly before replying nonchalantly, “Let her keep them.”

Christopher’s brows knitted slightly, clearly disapproving of this answer, his voice becoming warningly low, “They are the progeny of the Lewis family.”@@novelbin@@

The implication was clear: the Lewis lineage should not be left adrift.

“After you marry Joy, the children can stay with her. She’ll be able to see them whenever; that’s the most leniency I can grant her.”

“They are Hope’s children,” Waylon’s eyes narrowed even more, his countenance darkening.

“They are also the Lewis family’s descendants,” Christopher stood up, leaving with a final warning.

“I disagree,” Waylon’s voice was calm but fiery, causing Christopher’s brows to furrow in an instant.

“The children’s mother can only be Hope,” Waylon declared with a firm and undebatable tone.