She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 242

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 242

has bet everything on her He sighed deeply, “Although Little Hope has forgiven you,
but…”
“I understand what you want to say. I do not seek forgiveness for what happened
before, and I wil l not make any promises now, but I will prove through my actions that
her choice wasn’t wrong.”
His husky voice interrupted what Elder Gray was about to say.
Elder Gray’s eyes slightly narrowed.
“She is as dear to you as a daughter, but to me, she is my li fe.”
Elder Gray stared into Waylon’s deep eyes, listening to him, and his brows relaxed
slightly.
“You can rest assured, I have transferred all of my personal property into Hope’s
name…”
Elder Gray’s hand holding the teacup paused, and he looked at Waylon in shock,
“You?”
That meant if one day Hope wanted to divorce him, he would be penniless!
How could he dare to do that?
He had gambled everything he had on her.
Elder Gray looked at Waylon, and the sternness in his eyes gradually faded, “Does Little
Hope k now about this?”
“She doesn’t know.”
“You’ve done so much, why not let her know?”
Waylon’s eyes deepened; he chuckled, his laughter laced with a hint of helplessness.
“If one day we really part ways over something, I do not want this to be a burden on
her. ”
Life is long and full of unforeseeable accidents; he couldn’t guarantee that they wouldn’t
part, but he could guarantee that he would always love her.
Half an hour later, Waylon came downstairs with a composed gait, and Hope stood up
from the couch, walk ing towards him.

“How is it?”
Waylon took Hope’s hand, “Don’t worry.”
Hope glanced upstairs, “Have you convinced my master?”
“I’m still being evaluated.”
Hope blinked, raised her hands to Waylon’s shoulders, and smiled gently, “Waylon, I
feel like I’m brin ging a boyfriend to meet the parents, and he hasn’t been approved yet,
still under evaluation. So, I’m wondering if I agreed to remarry too soon.”
“Regret it?” Waylon held her waist, bowed his head, and pecked her lips, “What’s mine
is mine, stuff regret b ack inside.”
“You really are domineering, I didn’t say I regretted it…”
Waylon chuckled softly, “You also won’t have a chance to regret it later.”
During dinner, Waylon drank quite a bit of alcohol with Elder Gray, mostly it was Waylon
who drank. Hope was in good spirits today and had a couple of drinks too, but Waylon
stopped her at the third.
“Alright, my dear, no more drinking.” Waylon’s tender ha nd gently rubbed Hope’s head.
Hope wasn’t much of a drinker; two drinks in, she felt a bit buzzed, her cheeks flushed,
and she leaned on Waylon’s shoulder.
Seeing Hope tipsy, Waylon raised his hand protectively to prevent her from falling.
“Is Mommy drunk? ” Luke and Willow immediately snuggled beside Hope.
Hope muttered softly, “Mommy… isn’t drunk, master I can still drink a few more with
you.”
As she spoke, Hope tried to sit up straight from Waylon’s embrace and reached for the
wine glass unsteadily; Waylo n quickly caught her hand, “You’re drunk.”
“Bullshit!”
“Now you’re cursing too.” Waylon smiled helplessly, downed the drink Hope was
reaching for, and turned to Old Master Gray, “She’s drunk, I’ll take her home first.”
Old Master Gray looked on warmly, his expression more amused, “Alright, go make her
some sobering soup.”

“Alright.” Waylon bent down, picked up Hope, and nodded slightly to Old Master Gray,
“Goodbye.”
After saying that, he carried Hope towards the door.
Luke and Willow hurriedly picked up the ir things and said goodbye to Elder Gray,
“Goodbye Grandpa Gray, Luke and Willow will come to see you again.”
“Alright alright, hurry up, your father is already far ahead.”
Luke and Willow glanced at Waylon Lewis as he walked away and gave a soft snort.
“H e’s always like this, only has eyes for Mommy, we’re all used to it.”
Used to it!
Elder Gray looked at the two adorable little ones with a resigned demeanor and smiled
helplessly yet tenderly.
After speaking, Luke and Willow briskly chased after him with s mall steps.
Only the sound of a car starting was heard, and from afar, Boss Gray still heard Luke’s
disgruntled complaint.
“Bad Daddy, don’t you want your son and daughter anymore?”
“Sorry, I forgot about you.”
“…”
“…”
He was really afraid he’d have to wal k back home by himself if he were a second late.
Unable to resist, Elder Gray followed out, his heart throbbed suddenly, realizing he
shouldn’t worry about Hope Williams, but he should worry about the two little ones.
Back home, Waylon Lewis carried Hope Williams in front, with the two little ones each
holding a bag and the shoes Hope Williams had kicked off in the car, trotting behind.
Waylon Lewis gently laid Hope Williams on the bed, touching the soft, comfortable be d,
Hope turned over and comfortably closed her eyes.
Waylon Lewis tenderly covered her with the blanket, and Luke and Willow climbed onto
the bed with hands and feet, but Waylon Lewis picked them up one by one and took
them back to their room.

“Sleep.”
“Mo mmy’s drunk, we need to take care of Mommy.”
“Take care of yourselves first, I’ll take care of her.”
Back in the room, Waylon Lewis’s gaze fell on the bed, but no sight of Hope Williams
there.
His gaze searched around the room, then he saw a small bundle r olled down to the
floor, wrapped in a blanket, revealing a fuzzy little head, with eyes tightly shut and pale
cheeks slightly red, her sleeping face serene and beautiful.
A smile glinted in Waylon Lewis’s dark eyes as he leaned over, picking up both the
bl anket and the person.
“Waylon Lewis~” Hope’s soft voice murmured his name.
Even drunk, she was still calling his name.
Not bad.
“Hmm?” Waylon Lewis replied with a slightly hoarse voice, tinged with mild pleasure.
“Bad person!”
“…”
Waylon Lewis raised his e yebrow, “Am I the bad person?”
Hope pulled her hands out of the blanket, lazily lifting them to wrap around his neck, her
fuzzy head resting on his shoulder.
Skin against skin, her little head rubbed against his neck nuzzling, and she softly
responded, “Mm .”
Waylon Lewis’s body stiffened slightly, and his hands tightened a bit.
He had never seen her drunk like this, so soft in his arms.
Hope blinked her somewhat misty eyes, her lips parted as if recalling something sad,
and her voice took on a note of griev ance.
“Since I was little, my dad abandoned my mom and me. My mom raised me alone, and
then she also passed away when I was eighteen, leaving me completely alone.

Later, Grandpa took me in and had me marry you. At that time, I thought of you as my
entire w orld, my home, but you abandoned me. I was carrying a child overseas, and you
made me feel unworthy of love.”
Hope sniffled, “So I forced myself every day to become stronger, to be independent.
Later, I met my mentor, met Liam Cloud, and I desperately had Luke and Willow. I
returned to the country and met you again.
Waylon Lewis, just three months ago, you were not part of my future life plans.”
Waylon Lewis’s pupils shook, his large hand stroking her hair, his gaze deep.
Hope raised her head, her eyelids h eavy, but she looked at him very seriously. Her eyes
were filled with tears, showing deep sadness.
“I don’t want to suffer the same old wounds, don’t want to be hurt again. I’ve armored
myself with swords to protect myself, but you still arrogantly stormed into my world,
telling me, ‘I love you.'”