She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 15

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 15

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, re placed 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 treatm ent.
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 p erson 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 yo u, 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 to o, 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 chil ls 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 tod ay.”
“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 som e 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 sh e 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 acro ss 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 w as 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 disapprovi ng of this answer, his voice
becoming warningly low, “They are the progeny of the Lewis family.”
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
whenev er; 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.