She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Bro, Can I Survive?

“…”

What on earth are these two little smarties thinking about?

“Mommy, please tell us,” Luke and Willow looked at Hope Williams expectantly.

Hope Williams was embarrassed. “Luke, Willow, who told you that they both like me?”

“We figured it out ourselves.”

Hope patted Luke and Willow’s cute little noses. “You two are little kids with big ideas, always thinking about things. Uncle Benjamin is Mommy’s colleague, and he has someone he likes. And as for Uncle Liam Cloud…”

Suddenly, Hope thought of that mad sharpening of knives scenario, a shiver running through her heart, “He can be considered Mommy’s older brother, so you two should stop matchmaking and talking about liking and not liking.”

“Pfft, Mommy’s just too dense to see it,” Willow muttered very softly to Luke.

Luke very much agreed with Willow’s words, “Exactly.”

“What are you two little rascals whispering about behind Mommy’s back?”

“Nothing, nothing, Willow would never tell Mommy. Willow just said Mommy was silly!” Without thinking, Willow blurted out.

“…” Hope’s face darkened. “Willow, Mommy didn’t quite hear that. Come on, say it again so Mommy can hear.”

Willow quickly covered her mouth, “I won’t say it, I won’t say it.”

“You little rascal.”

“What about that bad daddy?” Luke suddenly asked, tilting his little head up to look at Hope, curiosity in his eyes.

Waylon Lewis?

Suddenly bringing up this man, Hope felt an inexplicable tightness in her chest.

In the past, Hope indeed liked Waylon, liked him so much that she was overjoyed for several nights straight when she learned she could marry him.

She liked him enough to give up her dreams, her social life, to become a housewife, the perfect wife, revolving only around him.

She couldn’t deny he was the only man she liked, fell in love with, and wished to be with for a lifetime.

But later… Hah!

Just thinking about it made Hope’s heart ache.

Even if she was blind and foolishly loved the wrong person.

But today, for a moment, she actually saw a hint of concern in Waylon Lewis’s indifferent eyes.

Faced with this sliver of concern, she was momentarily bewildered.

When he had scolded Joy Ward for her, she wondered if he might still have a tiny bit of feeling for her.@@novelbin@@

But as soon as this thought emerged, it was immediately snuffed out by Hope.

How could he possibly like her? If he had the slightest affection for her, he wouldn’t have left her with a divorce agreement and a check, pushing her to have an abortion.

Hope took a deep breath, suppressing all her emotions deep within her heart, maintaining a warm smile for the children, but she always chose to avoid discussing this topic, “Alright, what on earth are you two little ones thinking about every day with all these weird questions? Time to sleep, let Mommy tell you a story.”

Luke and Willow couldn’t resist the temptation of Mommy’s lovely voice telling them a bedtime story, lying down obediently. Willow hugged her favorite doll, Luke covered up with the blanket, and both closed their eyes ready to sleep.

Hope’s soft, gentle voice started, “Once upon a time, a long, long time ago…”

At the Lewis family’s old house.

Seeing Waylon come back, Wyatt Lewis sprang up from the sofa, his usually nonchalant face carrying a rare seriousness, “Bro, I have something important to tell you.”

For the grand undertaking of his brother’s reunion with his ex-sister-in-law and to unveil the true face of a bad woman, he had personally waited here until midnight for his brother. Look how hard he was trying.

“Bro?”

Waylon Lewis, with a cold face, went upstairs without any reaction.

Wyatt, “… am I air?”

Wyatt tilted his head, puzzled, and looked toward Thomas Hughes who was following behind his brother with impeccable behavior.

Thomas pursed his lips and made a throat-slashing gesture to suggest to Wyatt the terrifying mood of the big boss at the moment.

Wyatt shivered all over, then looked at the color on his brother’s face again.

Waylon, annoyed, ripped off his tie, the coldness surrounding him like a blue ghostly phosphorescence. If it erupted, it felt like it would extinguish everything.

Wyatt’s hair tingled, and he swallowed hard, “Bro, what’s wrong? Who annoyed you?”

Wyatt clenched his teeth and followed Waylon upstairs.

“Bro, I really have something important to tell you.”

The response to Wyatt’s words was the sound of a “bang” as the door to the study slammed shut.

The doorframe shook along with the door, and Wyatt’s heart trembled.

“…”

Did it have to be this heartless?

Wyatt, like a gecko, plastered himself against the door, ears pricked for any sound inside, but there was complete silence.

Wyatt made up his mind that he wouldn’t give up until he spoke, “Bro, may I come in?”

No response!

“Am I really coming in?”

He asked again tentatively, still no response.

Mainly because there was no command to leave.

According to past experiences, no order to leave meant he could enter.

“Bro, I’m coming in, I’m coming in.”

“Good luck,” Thomas said expressionlessly as he offered encouragement to Wyatt, but his eyes seemed to hold a hint of worry and pity.

Wyatt swallowed hard, and the moment he pushed the door open, something flew through the air with a chilling gust of wind, heading straight for his face.

Wyatt’s dark eyes trembled, instinctively dodging to one side.

There was the sound of a “bang” as a glass cup smashed against the wall, exploding into pieces, shards flying everywhere.

Wyatt clutched his heart, his forehead twitching, “Bro, I’m your own brother.”

Killing me benefits you how? You’ll have no one to help you chase your wife!

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