She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 267

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 267

Don’t Like You Lying to Me Could anything be more serious than the President’s Wife
being bullied?
Hope Williams had just returned home and before she could catch her breath, she
received a call from Waylon Lewis. Looking at the phone, she smiled faintly.
He must have just finished his work.
Hope immediately answered, “Hello?”
“Where are you?”
A chill traveled through the phone. Hope, with her keen sens es, hesitated for a moment
before replying, “At home.”
“At home? Since when did you learn to lie?” His tone was not as gentle as usual,
carrying a hint of anger and more than a little accusation.
His icy tone left Hope somewhat at a loss.
“What’s wrong wit h you?”
A stretch of silence ensued.
The two of them, quiet and still, could feel each other’s intense presence through the
phones.
Waylon gritted his teeth, “Hope, I don’t like it when you lie to me.”
Hope pursed her lips, looked down at the sleek, cold m arble floor, and began, “I am
indeed at home, just at my own home.”
“What does that mean?”
“…I moved out of the Lewis Family home.”
Waylon clenched his phone, his narrowed eyes filled with wrath.
Without hearing any response, Hope sighed lightly. It would have been better not to
mention it at all – once she did, vulnerability overwhelmed her. She wanted to tell him
about the night’s events, share the wrongs she suffered, but before Hope could speak…
“To better meet with Liam Cloud privately?”

His chilling voi ce made Hope’s heart jolt, and she was at a loss for words due to his
accusation.
“What did you say?”
“Am I wrong?”
Another lengthy silence followed.
A suffocating sensation enveloped them.
Hope only felt as if her heart had been harshly jabbed when he ask ed that question.
“Meet privately? What do you mean, Waylon?”
What did “meet privately” mean?
Secret appointments between a man and a woman, affairs!
How could he use such words to describe her?
His words were like salt on her already open wounds; her sens e of grievances suddenly
erupted.
Waylon furrowed his brow, realizing he had spoken too harshly and was about to retract
his words when he heard the incessant beeping from the phone.
His hand holding the phone tensed with visible veins.
Hope sat on the sof a, raised her hands, bowed her head, held her forehead, took a
deep breath, her body trembling slightly.
Waylon stood below Hope’s apartment, relentlessly smoking one cigarette after another.
After an indeterminate amount of time, he looked up at the light in the apartment above
that hadn’t gone out, gritted his teeth, and finally walked up.
Hesitating at the door, Waylon suppressed all his anger and walked in.
The moment he entered, his gaze immediately fell on Hope, sitting on the sofa, head
slightly bowe d, cradling her forehead.
Seeing her exhausted and upset, a pang of heartache surged through Waylon, and he
couldn’t help but blame himself.
Hope heard the sound of the door opening but did not move.

Waylon closed the door behind him and approached her.
Wi th his familiar scent drawing near, Hope slowly lifted her head. There was no surprise
in her eyes when she looked at him.
Since he knew she wasn’t at the Lewis Family home and asked about Liam, it meant he
knew some things. As to why he suddenly came back , Hope gave a mocking smile.
“Did you hurry back from abroad just to interrogate me?”
Waylon’s dark eyes fixed on her, her icy tone wiping all expression from his handsome
face.
Both appeared utterly calm, but inside, one had a thousand unasked questions w hile
the other had countless grievances she didn’t want to voice.
A wave of suffocation hit, and Waylon Lewis spoke in a heavy voice, “Explain.”
“What should I explain?” Hope Williams’s distinctly black and white eyes looked at him
calmly and coldly, “Goin g out with Liam Cloud?” Hope paused for a moment, “He
returned to the country today and asked me out, and I owed him a meal which I couldn’t
refuse. We didn’t go out alone; there were many other people. Luke and Willow were
there too. I did nothing to let you down. Are you satisfied with that explanation?”
The deepest thorn in Hope’s heart today was Waylon Lewis’s questioning and distrust
without clearing up the situation.
She thought there was one hundred percent trust between them.
But she never imagined he would hurt her with the words “private meeting.”
“He hugged you,” Waylon gritted his teeth. “How do you explain that?”
Hope’s brow furrowed tightly as she stood up to face him, “Are you having me
followed?”
“So you admit it?”
The two stared intently at each other.
Hope bit her back teeth hard, her nose suddenly reddened, and a layer of crystal - clear
moisture quickly covered her bright eyes.
“Yes,” Hope nodded frankly, “But it’s not like what you’re imagining!”
“What am I imagining?”

“…”
“You should leave first. We are both not in a good mood, and I don’t want to talk to you.”
Hope turned around to wipe away tears, but was abruptly pulled back by Waylon. His
strong arms encircled her waist and lifted her onto the table.
He took off his black coat and threw it on the sofa, then tore open his collar and pinned
her hands by her side. His pitch - black, bottomless eyes locked onto her as he said
coldly, “You’re not going anywhere tonight until you explain things clearly.”
Hope stared at him, “What more do you wan t me to explain? It’s just like I said. Do you
trust me so little?”
“How can I trust you when you’re full of lies?” Waylon retorted.
“Waylon, your words really hurt.”
“Moving out of the Lewis Family, meeting with Liam Cloud, letting him hug you – Hope,
did y ou ever consider my feelings when you did these things?”
Waylon’s gaze was locked tightly on Hope as he questioned her with an oppressive
chill, “Am I so unimportant to you? Or is Liam Cloud so important to you that you would
always choose him over me? Do you have him in your heart?”
Hope stared back, a sharp pain crossing her eyes. She had remarried him; how could
she possibly have another man in her heart?
“In your eyes, am I such a fickle woman, Waylon? What are you suspecting today? Are
you suspecting m e of infidelity?”
“…”
“Mommy, Daddy, what are you arguing about?”
Luke and Willow stood at the door rubbing their eyes, looking timidly at their parents,
clearly a bit frightened.
Hope pushed away from Waylon’s hold and quickly went to Luke and Willow, emb racing
them and comforting softly, “My darlings, be good. Mommy and Daddy are discussing
things; we’re not fighting. Did we speak too loudly and disturb you?”
“Then why is Mommy crying?” Luke raised a small hand to wipe away the tears from
Hope’s eyes.

Hop e lowered her head and sniffed, then wiped her face clean, still smiling at the two
children, “It’s nothing. Mommy will go to sleep with you two.”
Hope took Luke and Willow into the room.
Waylon stood in place, closing his eyes hard. His anger still unsubs ided, his face
remained tensely handsome, and a cold shadow lingered in his brow as he stepped out,
walking away with furious strides.
Though Hope didn’t say it, Luke and Willow knew their parents had argued.
And it was a fierce one.
Mommy was upset by Dad dy again because of Uncle Liam Cloud – Luke and Willow
couldn’t understand the complex emotions between the adults.
The next day, when Hope emerged from Luke and Willow’s room, she didn’t see
Waylon’s figure.
Her expression was heavy. Pouring herself a cup o f hot water, she walked to the
window and looked down. Her eyes slightly widened in surprise – Waylon’s car was still
parked downstairs.
He hadn’t left; he had stayed downstairs all night.
The hand holding the teacup tightened, her heart sank to the bottom o f the lake. No
matter what, she couldn’t adjust her emotions that pressed down on her.
It wasn’t until she arrived at the hospital for work that her coworkers could feel Hope’s
low spirits.
“Director Williams, what’s wrong? Are you not in a good mood?”
Hop e’s gaze landed on the doctor speaking to her, “What did you call me?”
“Director Williams, aren’t you aware? The hospital held a recount, and you passed with
unanimous votes. You truly deserve to be the head of this department, and the hospital
director ha s officially appointed you. So congratulations, Director Williams.”
Hope forced a polite smile, her response lackluster, devoid of any excitement, “Hmm,
thank you.”
The doctor speaking to Hope couldn’t help but silently criticize her in his mind, worthy of
being Cynthia – indeed composed and calm.