She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 16: Chapter 16 Our Big Boss Is Sharpening His Knife

Christopher Lewis’s deep eyes squinted slightly,

Waylon Lewis stood up, his gaze leveling with Christopher Lewis, “Furthermore, I advise against scheming to harm her and the child. I won’t yield on this matter.”

Waylon Lewis showed no intention of lingering and started to walk away.

“Do you care about that woman?”

Waylon’s tall figure slightly turned as he spoke indifferently, “She is my wife.”

“That was before.”

“Does that make a difference? As long as she is my wife for one day, she’ll be for a lifetime.”

Christopher’s heart jolted. He knew this son of his very well. Waylon’s coldness was embedded in his bones; he had never seen him care about anyone like this before.

After speaking, Waylon left the study without pausing, his steps large. Wyatt Lewis leant leisurely against the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, displaying an indifferent and unrestrained demeanor.

Waylon asked indifferently, “Where is she?”

“My sister-in-law?” Wyatt snuffed out his cigarette, “She left.”

Humph!

Just as he expected, that heartless woman had indeed run away!

Wyatt, standing to the side, could feel Waylon’s chilling coldness intensifying. He turned serious, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

“Bro, you obviously care a lot about sister-in-law. Why don’t you tell her you were actually protecting her just now?”

The old man’s illness had worsened to such a grave extent that all the doctors were at a loss. Just like Joy Ward said, Hope Williams hadn’t even finished her sophomore year. How could she save the old man? If she took the risk of treating the old man and he happened to slip away, she wouldn’t be able to step out of the Lewis family’s door.

The Lewis Family and Christopher Lewis most certainly wouldn’t let her go.

Waylon was keenly aware of this fact.

“It’s not important,” he said, his clear voice rising slowly, revealing an inevitable chill.

“Do you want me to bring Madam back?” asked Big Boss.

Waylon’s slender hand lifted slightly, “No need.”

This woman was stubborn. She fully believed he intended to take the child away. The more you force her, the deeper she would hide the child. In the end, no one would benefit. Instead, it was better to let her go. As long as the child was with her and he kept a close watch, she would eventually show her hand.

He was not going to take her child away. As a father, he just wanted to see the child.

“Waylon, dinner time,” Joy Ward called with a bright smile on her face, approaching Waylon Lewis.

Looking back at Joy Ward, Waylon’s gaze was noncommittal as he responded with a simple, “Mmm.”

After having dinner with the two children, Aria Richardson drove Hope Williams and the kids home first. Hope, with the kids getting out of the car, waved to Aria inside, “Drive safely on your way back.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Goodbye, Godmother,” Luke and Willow said in unison.

“Goodbye, my darlings.”

Holding Luke in her left hand and Willow in her right, Hope led them home, “Darlings, we’re going home.”@@novelbin@@

Hope hadn’t been back for long. This apartment was found for her by Aria Richardson, a three-bedroom with a living room. The key was that the area was quiet and close to the hospital, convenient for getting to work.

“Luke, Willow, you two need to take a bath first. It’s Monday tomorrow; you have to go to school. We need to go to bed early tonight.”

“Okay, Mommy, will Willow have lots and lots of friends at school?”

“Yes, Willow, you will make many new friends.”

Willow clearly preferred it here over the foreign country. She always enjoyed being lively and making friends, and she was looking forward to school with excitement and curiosity.

Luke, however, looked a bit downcast, “Mommy, are we going back to Uncle Cloud’s?”

Hope’s expression turned complex as she settled down with the two children on the sofa, “Darlings, we won’t go back to Uncle Liam Cloud’s for now. Is it okay with you two if we live here with mommy?”

Willow, of course, agreed. Luke liked it here too, but he didn’t want Mommy to face danger again. He had just overheard Mommy and godmother’s conversation; obviously, bad daddy wanted to take them away, and Mommy disagreed; they also didn’t want to leave Mommy, so this place felt unsafe to him.

“What’s on your mind, baby Luke?” Hope asked worriedly, seeing Luke in thought. Luke was more mature than Willow, had more ideas, was somewhat more serious, almost like a little adult.

Luke pursed his lips and gazed earnestly at Hope, “Will Mommy be happy staying here? Can we live as carefree as we did at Uncle Liam Cloud’s?”

Seeing Luke’s earnest expression flash through her mind, Hope briefly glimpsed the handsome face of that person in her memories. Luke looked so much like Waylon Lewis, especially when he was serious; the resemblance was uncanny, as if etched in his bones.

Hope felt sorry for her two children, embracing them tightly, “Darlings, don’t worry. Mommy will do everything to protect you. I promise you, we can live carefree here just like we did in the foreign country.”

Luke’s worries weren’t alleviated by Hope’s promise; instead, he felt even more distressed for Mommy.

Hope bathed the two children, and they were very well-behaved, going to bed on their own without causing Hope any trouble. Just as she was about to take a bath, she received a call from Liam Cloud.

Before Hope could speak, the magnetic voice on the other end mixed with a hint of anger, “Ancestor, did you climb here with an airplane? I’ve been waiting for you at the airport all day!”

Hope’s breath hitched. She had told Liam she would bring the kids to him, she should have arrived around ten in the morning, and now it was nearly ten at night, “You’re still waiting?”

Had this man really waited an entire day?

Hope could hardly believe it. This was the man who couldn’t patiently sit through a five-second commercial when watching TV with the kids, and he had waited for her an entire day at the airport?!

“Otherwise?”

Despite the screen, Hope could feel the grind of his teeth.

“…”

Hope organized her words carefully, softening her voice, “Liam, something came up on my side, I’m not bringing the kids over just yet…”

“What did you say? Say it again, I didn’t hear it clearly.”

Hope’s expression stiffened at the sound of Liam’s voice, feeling a bit guilty.

“F**k, Hope Williams, you just wait.”

“Don’t,” Hope quickly interjected, “I’ll treat you to a meal next time.”

“Too late, I’m really pissed off now, hanging up.”

Two beeps later, Hope put down the phone, frustrated. She pursed her lips; this madman could do anything when he was angry. He wouldn’t fly over in the middle of the night just to drag her out of bed and vent his anger, would he?

Shivering at the thought, Hope quickly messaged Wesley Ruiz, “Wesley, what’s the boss doing right now?”

After several minutes, Hope received a reply, two words… sharpening knives!

“…”