She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 125

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 125

“Ah… Willow!” Hope Williams suddenly sat up in the hospital bed.
She gasped for air, her chest oppressive, tears at the corners of her eyes, everything in
her dream was so real, so real it nearly brought the awakened Hope to the brink of
collapse.
“Sister - in - law.”
“Hope.”
“L ittle Hope.”

Seeing her awake, everyone around her bed immediately gathered, and Hope’s gaze
swept over them as she asked, “Willow, where’s Willow?”
...
“Willow is still in the ICU, Waylon Lewis and Luke just went to be with her,” Aria
Richardson said with tenderness in her eyes, already red and swollen from crying
countless times.
Hope fiercely threw off her blanket, completely disregarding the IV in her hand, ripped it
off, and bolted towards the door.
“Hope, calm down a bit, your body is still very weak, you…”
“Let me go, let me go!” Hope roared, “I have to go back to be with Willow.”
“Sister - in - law, Willow, my brother is with her, everything will be oka y, you should finish
your IV drip first,” Wyatt Lewis pleaded with red - rimmed eyes.
Hope wouldn’t listen. Benjamin Myers solemnly raised his hand to stop Aria and Wyatt,
watching Hope’s retreating back with eyes full of sorrow and sadness, “Let her go.
Hol ding her back will only make her more distressed.”
Keeping emotions bottled up can drive a person crazy.
Hope stumbled to the entrance of the ICU where Elder Lewis, Christopher Lewis, and
Alitzel Williams were all present.
Elder Lewis sat in his wheelchair with his head bowed low, his aged figure overwhelmed
with grief. Alitzel Williams was sobbing uncontrollably, and Christopher Lewis frowned
deeply, saying nothing.
Upon seeing Hope, Alitzel rushed forward, “Are you satisfied now? This is the
consequence o f you stealing the child, she’s going to be killed by you.”
“Alitzel Williams, have you had enough?” Elder Lewis shouted hoarsely, “Little Hope is
the child’s mother, and her grief is not a bit less than yours.”
“If it weren’t for her hiding the child, it wouldn’t have come to this. Now look at what
you’ve done, Hope, are you satisfied? Look, look inside, it’s all your fault, I’m asking
you, are you satisfied?” Alitzel’s voice was roaring and trembling with uncontrollable
emotion.
That’s her own granddaught er, whom she hadn’t even had the chance to love properly,
and now the child was in such a state – how could Alitzel not lose her mind.

Regardless of how Alitzel Williams cursed and struck her, Hope stood quietly at the
window, gazing at the robust figure o f the man inside, his long, gentle hands moistening
a cotton swab with water to feed Willow.
Hope pushed the door open and went inside. Hearing the noise, Waylon turned his
head, Hope looked at him to see his bloodshot eyes; he hadn’t rested in days, runni ng
between the hospital and the company, his eyes red and the area beneath them dark
with fatigue.
“Feeling any better?” Waylon pulled Hope’s hand, guiding her to sit on the chair beside
him.
“Waylon Lewis…” Hope’s voice carried a hint of a choke.
Waylon r aised his hand, gently and tenderly stroking her soft hair, “What’s wrong?”
“Is it all my fault? If I had left Luke and Willow with the Lewis family, no one would dare
to touch them, right?”
Waylon held her hand, “It’s not your fault. You did what’s right. You’ve protected the
children well. It’s me who’s in the wrong. I haven’t fulfilled my fatherly responsibilities.
Once Willow gets better, let’s take care of Luke and Willow together, okay?”
Hope looked at Waylon with a dim gaze, slowly nodded her head, h er lips trembling as
she uttered weakly, “You go back and rest; I’ll stay here. Don’t argue with me, you can
take over tomorrow. And also for Luke, if your parents want to take him to the Lewis
residence, then don’t stop them. He needs someone to take care of him now.”
Hope had thought it through; Luke and Willow were Waylon’s children and everyone
knew it. Many were waiting to take their shot at them; Luke needed the protection of the
Lewis family.
Waylon knew she was persuading him to rest. He deeply kiss ed Hope’s forehead,
“Alright.”
Waylon Lewis had kept Hope Williams company for a while longer before he finally got
up to leave. As he walked out, he saw Old Master Lewis, Christopher Lewis, and Alitzel
Williams waiting at the door.
Everyone quickly went u p to greet him.
“How is Willow’s condition now?” Alitzel Williams asked first.
Waylon’s handsome face was gloomy and tired. He said nothing and walked straight
away.

Unacknowledged, Alitzel Williams looked at Christopher and then at Elder Lewis.
Elder Lewis sighed helplessly and said, “Waylon values Hope so much. With Willow’s
incident, the most heartbroken have to be him and Hope. You’ve repeatedly made
things difficult and blamed Hope. It’s no wonder he’s unhappy with you.”
Alitzel Williams was also anxious about the child and felt somewhat wronged. “But I’m
just stating the facts.”
If Hope had given the child to the Lewis family, such a terrible thing wouldn’t have
happened.
Elder Lewis sighed deeply and said with a heavy heart, “You don’t under stand
everything. The affair between Hope and Waylon back then wasn’t so simple. There’s
no absolute right or wrong. It was wrong for Hope to leave without a word, but as far as I
know, it was Waylon who wanted her to have an abortion, forcing Hope to flee . Doesn’t
Waylon bear any responsibility for Hope’s departure?”
“This…” Alitzel Williams was speechless.
Elder Lewis turned his head to look at the intensive care unit and continued in an aged
voice, “Hope gave birth to Luke and Willow. You want her to ret urn the children to the
Lewis family for upbringing. Does she not have a heart? To hand over children she
raised by hand to someone else, wouldn’t her heart ache?”
“It was you who didn’t want her children initially. Now that she’s raised them well, you
wan t them back. What right do you have to enjoy all the benefits?”
“You keep accusing her endlessly. Have you ever thought about her for a moment? If it
were your children, would you be willing to hand them over to someone else?”
Elder Lewis’s eyes were frost y and profound. “In terms of right and wrong, you also
made mistakes back then, driving a woman to such despair. I’m also to blame, always
saying I protect her, yet ultimately letting her bear everything alone. We all should
introspect and examine ourselve s. After all, it’s our Lewis family that wronged her.”
The more Elder Lewis spoke, the more Alitzel Williams and Christopher bowed their
heads.
Waylon got into the car, tiredly furrowing his brow.
Thomas Hughes, in the driver’s seat, looked at his boss thr ough the rearview mirror.
His gravelly voice slowly said, “Speak up.”

Thomas Hughes immediately averted his gaze and said, “Boss, the Ward family’s villa…
it was burned down.”
Waylon’s brows twitched, but his eyes remained closed as he asked coldly, “Who d id
it?”
“We’re still investigating. This group attacked the Ward family right after we left. Kaeli
Thompson from the Ward family was shot five times and died on the spot. Joy Ward
and Christopher Ward weren’t hurt, but they were extremely shocked. By the t ime they
were taken to the hospital, they were somewhat delirious. But that’s secondary. After
doing all that, these people set fire to the Ward family’s villa. It looks like a vendetta.”
The actions of that group were outrageously brazen.
Waylon opened hi s eyes, his handsome face tense, and frost gathered between his
brows. His thin lips emitted two cold words, “Continue.”
Thomas spoke fluidly, “They are well - trained and armed, each of them appearing to
have had professional training. Among them, we even i dentified one person.”
Thomas handed over the intercepted image to Waylon, “This person is Wesley Ruiz, the
one we’ve been looking for who murdered… murdered the Third Young Master eight
years ago.”
Waylon’s expression changed immediately, and his long, na rrow eyebrows fiercely
knitted together. Holding the photo, a coldness swirled between his brows.
Thomas suddenly found it hard to breathe, and every inch of his skin screamed in fear.
Waylon lifted his dark eyes, and Thomas was so scared that he bowed his head even
deeper.