She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 212

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 212

Go “Little Hope always knows what to do, Grandfather listens to you the most. He
wouldn’t heed our advice,” Alitzel Williams approached with a smile.
Hope Williams smiled faintly, “Auntie…”
“What auntie?” Alitzel Williams frowned, “Haven’t you two remarried? Why are you still
calling me auntie?”
Hope gently blinked her eyes and pursed her lips, her lovely and gentle voice softly
calling out, “Mom!”
“Ah, that’s more like it. Calling me auntie after remarrying, I won’t accept that,” Alitzel
Williams said as she took Hope’s hand, and Hope only felt a chill on her wrist. She
looked down and saw a Jade Bracelet on her wrist.

The bracelet was a bright green, crystal clear, with excellent water conte nt, and
flawless. Just looking at its color, one could tell it was a top - quality piece, priceless.
“This is too valuable…”
Alitzel Williams pushed Hope’s hand back, “Keep it. This was given to me by your
grandmother, and now it’s rightfully yours.”
The Jad e Bracelet should have been given to Hope eight years ago.
Hope’s beautiful eyes shimmered, and she bit her lip. Hearing Alitzel say this, she
understood the bracelet’s significance and did not refuse again.
“There were some things I did in the past that w ere indeed inappropriate. Do not hold it
against me. I hope you and Waylon will get along well in the future,” Alitzel Williams said
earnestly, patting Hope’s hand.
Hope looked up at Waylon Lewis. Waylon said nothing, his deep eyes watching the
scene, a wa rm smile in his gaze.
Hope curved her lips into a warm smile and tightened her grip on Alitzel’s hand, her
clear and gentle eyes expressing gratitude, “Thank you, Mom. We will.”
Alitzel Williams nodded in satisfaction.
She always had prejudices against Hop e, so no matter how well Hope did, she couldn’t
see it.
But now, she felt Hope was very pleasing to the eye, and she thought Hope and Waylon
looked like a perfect match together.
…
That evening, Waylon Lewis had a transnational meeting. Hope planned to tak e a bath
first and then spend time with the two little ones.
Dressed in a light - colored nightgown, Hope stepped out of the bathroom and noticed
two small bumps under the covers on the bed, with little figures wriggling around inside.
The room was quiet, an d Hope could hear Luke and Willow’s soft whispering.
A smile flickered in Hope’s eyes. She shook her head, feeling helpless about what to do
with the two little ones.
As she approached the bed, she said, “Ah, it’s so boring being alone. I wonder if there
a re any little treasures who could keep me company.”

“We can!”
The covers suddenly flipped open, and two adorable little figures sprang out.
Dressed in bunny pajamas, Little Hope joyfully leaped into Hope’s arms. Hope chuckled
as she tickled Willow, “Caught two little treasures. What are my babies doing here?”
“Of course, we’re here to sleep with Mommy. Can we?”
“Of course, you can.” It’s just that someone’s going to blow a fuse.
As expected, Waylon Lewis finished his meeting, wanting to spend time with his wife,
but upon looking down, he saw the two little figures on the bed and furrowed his brow.
“You two go back to your room.”
“No, we won’t leave. Mommy, save us.”
Feeling the chill coming from beside her, Hope gave a helpless smile, “Waylon Lewis…”
“No.”
“No, no, we want to sleep with Mommy,” Luke clamored, and Willow followed suit,
clawing at the bed.
The two little ones looked at Hope with such pitiful eyes that she couldn’t bear to refuse
them, “They’ll sleep here with their mom, sleep here… Don’t mind him.”
“Blah blah blah!” Luke stuck his tongue out at the stern - faced Waylon Lewis.
It was as if they were saying, with Mommy’s approval, what could you do to us?
“Alright, Waylon Lewis, if they want to sleep here, let them sleep here.”
Waylon Lewis was sil ent.
Hope tugged at Waylon’s hand and looked up tenderly, planting a kiss on his resolute
jaw, “Be nice. They’re not making any more trouble for me, let it be.”
A flash of light sparked in Waylon’s eyes as he looked down, attempting to kiss her
deeply, but Hope stopped him with a raised hand.
“Hold on.”
Waylon Lewis frowned slightly, glanced at the two little figures on the bed, and
eventually compromised.

After Waylon had finished his bath and came out, Hope and the two little ones were
already asleep. Way lon kissed Hope’s forehead, and since Luke and Willow had taken
up spaces on either side of her, he reluctantly slept next to Luke.
With Luke lying in the middle, Waylon couldn’t hold Hope even if he wanted to. He
gritted his teeth in frustration, pulled u p the covers, and tucked them in securely.
In the middle of the night, because Waylon was warm, Luke kept burrowing into his
side.
Waylon disdainfully put Luke’s foot, which was resting on his stomach, back down, only
to have a hand immediately flung up, l anding squarely on his face.
“Shhh!”
Waylon took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, held his breath, and put the hand back
in place.
This kid was really something.
Not only could he not hold his wife because of sleeping here, but the kid’s sleeping
posture was terrible. If he let them sleep here again tomorrow, he wouldn’t bear the
Lewis name.
The next morning, Hope and the two little ones went downstairs for breakfast, full of
energy, but they didn’t see Waylon.
Hope looked around the living room and asked the servant, “Has Waylon Lewis gone to
work?”
“The young master should not have gone to work yet. I haven’t seen him come down
this morning.”
Hope took a few sips of porridge, frowned slightly, and stood up thoughtfully, taking a
bowl of porridge and head ing toward the upstairs study.
When she pushed the door open, Waylon Lewis was sitting in the executive chair, legs
elegantly crossed, with a pile of reviewed documents beside him.
Waylon Lewis did not look up, thinking it was a servant coming in to clean, and paused
for a couple of seconds before lifting his head sharply.
Meeting Hope’s gaze, Waylon Lewis subtly collected the darkness in his eyes, put down
the documents, and looked up at the woman approaching him.
“Why didn’t you sleep in a bit longer?”

Hope gave Waylon a few looks, her gaze falling on the pile of documents he had
reviewed, “What time did you get up?”
“Five o’clock.”
Hope pursed her lips, placed the porridge on the table, and seeing the dark circles
under Waylon’s eyes, asked with concern , “Didn’t you sleep well last night?”
Waylon raised his hand, and Hope naturally placed hers in his palm.