She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 73: Chapter 73 In the still of the night, with the dark moon and high winds, comes his time to die.

Joy Williams’s smooth brow twitched slightly at Waylon Lewis’s words.

Alitzel Williams was full of surprise, then her expression turned very unpleasant.

Joy Ward was so blocked that she couldn’t speak, and her face crumbled accordingly.

A few seconds of silence filled the room.

“Enough,” Alitzel said coldly. “Stop talking. The more you say, the more preposterous it gets.”

Angry, Alitzel pulled Joy and was about to leave. Before leaving, she shot Waylon Lewis a fierce glance, full of displeasure and warning, as if to say how shameless it was for the esteemed Patriarch Lewis to admit he was pestering a woman—truly becoming more brazen and shameless.

Hope Williams’s eyebrows quirked slightly, and she turned to look at Waylon Lewis, seeing the red, swollen fingerprint on his cheek from where Alitzel had just slapped him. Hope took a small bottle of ointment out of the medicine box and handed it to him.

Waylon Lewis raised his eyes, “For me?”

“Yes. Apply it, it will heal faster.”

After all, he had taken that slap for her. Hope’s heart had trembled with that slap.

“Sis, I think I need some too,” Wyatt Lewis clung tightly behind Hope, unwilling to let go for a moment.

“You? Where are you hurt?” Hope asked, turning her head in confusion.

“Not yet, but soon.” Wyatt wore an expression of impending doom, certain he wouldn’t escape a beating today.

“Well, I don’t have any more, but if you need some, you can ask your brother. I need to leave now,” Hope said, not daring to stay too long—Luke and Willow were waiting for her to come home.

“Let me take you,” Waylon Lewis held onto Hope William’s wrist.

“No, Sis, can I come home with you tonight?” Wyatt hastily tugged on Hope’s clothes.

“Uhh… I can just take a taxi back myself, you can’t come home with me,” Hope replied somewhat helplessly.@@novelbin@@

Wyatt’s handsome face twisted in agony.

His mother didn’t care about him anymore, and now Hope was leaving too. The night deepening, the moon darkening and the wind rising—it felt like the time of his demise.

His brother’s face could only be described with one word: sinister.

Too terrifying.

Hope twitched the corner of her mouth, “What exactly is wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong. He’s just a bit itchy,” Waylon Lewis said coldly.

“Sis, you can’t just ignore someone in mortal peril. I’m your two little treasures’ uncle, for the sake of those two little ones… Save me!” Wyatt’s voice was desperate, fighting for his life.

Hope, with her clothes being tugged, looked at him with extreme helplessness.

Waylon’s sharp gaze swept over Wyatt, making him immediately let go of Hope’s clothes, but his eyes still pleaded with her.

Hope sighed, feeling completely helpless, and turned to Waylon, “Maybe… you could give me a ride?”

Before her words even fell, the chill in the air noticeably dropped.

Waylon nodded, “Okay.”

Hope and Waylon left one after the other, and Wyatt felt a warm comfort spreading over his chest; at this moment, Hope was his savior.

The car came to a steady stop in front of Hope’s apartment.

Hope courteously thanked Waylon and picked up her medicine box, preparing to get out of the car.

As Hope turned to open the door, Waylon Lewis caught her hand.

Hope paused, turning back with a surprised look in her with clear eyes.

“You… have something else to say?”

“I wasn’t aware of the engagement beforehand, and I had no intention of getting engaged,” he said, his voice low and magnetic.

That made Hope’s heart flutter slightly.

She blinked and asked, “Are you explaining this to me?”

“I don’t want you to misunderstand.”

Hope Williams’s thin lips pursed slightly, “There’s no misunderstanding, whatever is between you and her doesn’t concern me.”

As an ex-wife, I shouldn’t have any misunderstandings. Joy Ward has always been right at the center of Waylon Lewis’s heart. Even if he doesn’t intend to get engaged now, he will in the future; it’s an inevitable event.

Five years ago, didn’t he divorce me because he wanted to marry Joy Ward? This matter was a settled deal from the beginning, so I should have come to terms with it by now.

With everything said, it was time for her to get out of the car. Hope tried to pull her hand back.

But Waylon Lewis did not let go of her hand; instead, he gripped it even tighter, a few strands of coldness lurking in his dark eyes.

“Is it because you simply don’t care?”

“Is this something between you and her that I need to care about?” Hope Williams asked indifferently in response.

“Mhm.” Waylon Lewis released Hope’s hand and laughed at himself with a hint of self-mockery, “You don’t care because somebody else is in your heart, Benjamin Myers.”

“Why bring him up again?” Hope Williams frowned slightly. Today’s Waylon Lewis had been acting strangely since the moment he saw Benjamin Myers and wanted to fight him.

As for what was strange, Hope couldn’t pinpoint it—some subtle changes and feelings—but it was definitely different from before.

“He likes you. You smile so happily when you see him. He draped his clothing over you, and you didn’t refuse. Do I have reason to believe you like him too?”

Hope parted her lips, her beautiful eyes filling with profound helplessness.

“Can’t come up with a defense?”

Waylon Lewis stared at her, his black gaze intensifying in its coldness due to her silence.

Hope touched her smooth forehead helplessly and said, “He has someone he likes, and it’s not me…”

“Then it seems you’re quite disappointed.”

Hope licked her lips, twitching the corners of her mouth, almost laughing in exasperation, “Which eye of yours saw me being disappointed? Besides, when I see people talking to each other, should I grimace like they owe me a huge debt?”

Waylon Lewis glanced at her indifferently.

“Is that not how you behave towards me?”

“Cough…”

Hope almost choked on her own saliva, “Are you seriously comparing yourself to him?”

“…”

“He wouldn’t treat me with the same indifference and disgust as you do,” Hope murmured softly.

Friendliness between people is reciprocal. Benjamin Myers is her senior and has always taken good care of her. If someone is kind and cordial to her, she surely can’t treat them coldly. On the other hand, Waylon Lewis is aloof and repellant towards her; she has no reason to warm up to his cold demeanor.

She’s not sick.

“What did you say?” Waylon Lewis furrowed his brows, not fully catching her last words.

“It’s nothing.” Hope Williams didn’t intend to elaborate and stepped out of the car.

The delay at the Lewis family’s had been long, and the two little ones at home must be anxiously waiting. Hope hurried to get back home to comfort them. Just as she reached the front door, two soft and endearing children ran towards her, rushing into her arms for a big hug.

“Mommy.”

“Mommy.”

“Oh, my babies, still not asleep this late?”

“We were waiting for Mommy. We were so worried because Mommy was gone for so long,” Luke and Willow pouted unhappily.

Hope Williams held one little treasure in each hand, “Mommy got held up by some things, sorry for making my babies wait.”

“Eh? Did bad daddy drive Mommy home?” Luke’s sharp eyes caught sight of the parked car that hadn’t left yet. That license plate belonged to a Lewis family’s car.

Luke’s eyes darted about, then he looked up at Hope Williams and asked, “Mommy, I want to go and say something to bad daddy.”