She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 289

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 289

cannot be made for Liam Cloud.”
As soon as the old man finished speaking, Thomas Hughes hurried over and whispered
something into Waylon Lewis’s ear.
Waylon’s expression was indifferent as he slightly nodded.
The old man’s eyes narrowed slightly a nd he asked, “What happened?”
“Liam Cloud was rescued by someone.”
…

Hope Williams lay in the hospital bed, recalling some details of the incident, trying to
find some clues. When the door opened, she turned her head and saw Waylon Lewis
walking in. Hope i mmediately looked at Waylon, “How is it? Is he…”
“He’s already been rescued.” Waylon’s tone was calm, yet it felt chilling.
Hope sighed in relief but watched Waylon, catching a fleeting moment of
disappointment in his eyes.
That look made Hope’s heart ache .
She pursed her lips softly, “Waylon, I want to sit up and talk to you.”
Waylon gently supported her with his hands, careful not to hurt her wounds. His
movements were gentle as he placed two soft pillows behind her back.
After finishing this, he poured h er a glass of warm water and handed it to her. His calm
face showed no anger, just heartache and depth.
Hope took the glass and also grabbed his hand.
“Waylon, I’m sorry.”
Waylon raised his eyebrows and looked at her, “Why are you sorry?”
Hope pursed her l ips again, her voice soft, “I made things difficult for you with Liam.”
She had asked him to rescue Liam, and Hope had always spoken up for him. It was
inevitable that Waylon, the jealous type, would be upset, even though he hadn’t shown
it. But Hope had n oticed every little expression and mood of his.
“Just because of that?”
“Yes, you were upset.”
“You knew I would be upset, but you still said it.”
Waylon frowned. When he entered, the first thing she asked was about that man. Any
more words from her at tha t moment could have destroyed his sanity.
“I had no other choice.” Hope’s voice was faint and soft.
She could only turn to him for help, even though she knew he would be upset.
The two fell silent for a moment.

Waylon spoke first, “It’s true I felt emotion al, but I would still take care of the task you
entrusted to me.”
Hope blinked her starry eyes at him, her guilt deepening.
Waylon sighed softly, looking at her and couldn’t help but speak to comfort her.
“Stop worrying. He has the skills to survive on his own. You should focus on yourself
first.”
“Okay,” Hope muttered.
“Are you hungry? What do you want to eat tonight?”
“Anything is fine. You decide,” Hope said, having little appetite.
It was because of her pregnancy. She had been vomiting recently, and sin ce she had a
stomach condition, she thought it was just her illness acting up. She hadn’t paid much
attention with everything else going on.
Waylon arranged for the porridge that Hope liked. She was injured and couldn’t eat
many things.
It was Wyatt Lewis who brought it over, and Aria Richardson came with him.
“How come you two are together?” Hope’s gaze darted between them.
“We met at the entrance,” Aria immediately answered, then with teary eyes asked,
“Hope… are you all right? I heard you’re pregnant, ar e you feeling terrible?”
Aria held Hope’s hand, endlessly asking a string of questions.
“I’m fine now, not feeling bad.”
“You’re lying. You must be suffering from such a severe injury, and being pregnant
mustn’t be easy either. You suffered so much during your previous pregnancies with
Luke and Willow, and even developed complications…”
“What did you say?” Waylon, who was serving the porridge, paused and looked at Aria
with unreadable emotions in his eyes.
Aria, startled by his cold tone, stammered, “Err… H ope suffered a lot during her
pregnancies with Luke and Willow. She was alone abroad, and had a difficult
delivery…”
Hope tugged at Aria, signaling her to stop. The past was in the past.

Aria paused, then shut her mouth, suddenly finding Waylon rather dete stable and
huffing indignantly.
Waylon’s emotions were complex, his expression solemn, a storm gathering, and he
gritted his teeth, “I had someone ask you at that time, why didn’t you say anything?”
Back then, Waylon was frantically searching for Hope. Ari a, being Hope’s best friend,
was naturally included in the inquiries.
He remembered clearly, this woman had sworn she didn’t know where Hope was or had
any way to contact her.
But now it was clear she knew everything about Hope’s situation at the time…
“Yo u were already divorced from Hope, why should I tell you…” Aria said boldly, her
tone full of force at first but diminishing under Waylon’s intense gaze.
Waylon walked over and held Hope’s hand, his eyes full of concern and affection,
“Tomorrow I’ll accomp any you for another check - up. If you feel any discomfort at all,
you must tell me.”
Seeing his worried and anxious expression, Hope gently pursed her lips. Although she
resisted more checks, seeing Waylon’s concerned face, she didn’t have the heart to
refu se, “Okay.”
Waylon looked at her, his brow furrowed with unmistakable concern, and once again
softened his voice, extremely careful as if a louder sound might make her
uncomfortable.
“Have some porridge first.”
Waylon held the porridge.
“Let me do that.” A ria moved to take the bowl from Waylon’s hands, concerned about
the hot porridge. Men weren’t as careful as women; what if it burned Hope?
Waylon looked up, his tone slightly cold.
“Are you trying to compete with me?”
Aria immediately stiffened her back, p ressed her lips together, and hurriedly shook her
head before his gaze could ‘kill’ her, “No, no, no.”
“Stay back.” She had dared to compete with him for the task of caring for his wife.
“…then be careful, it’s hot…”

Aria pursed her lips, appearing utterly defeated, and slumped down onto the sofa in the
farthest corner of the room.
“Brother~”
“You too.”
“…”
Wyatt moved to sit beside Aria, and they glanced at each other, suddenly feeling quite
pitiful.
“Don’t you think so? Your brother is the Great Demon Kin g~” Remembering that gaze
from earlier made Aria shiver slightly.
“Exactly,” Wyatt concurred.
“Don’t you think so? With your brother around, I couldn’t even get close to Hope~”
Wyatt, “Ah~”
Aria, “Ah~”
A breeze slipped through a small gap in the window, ch illing them both, leaving a sense
of desolation.
Waylon pulled up a chair and sat next to Hope. Hope, seeing how deeply hurt the pair in
the corner appeared, asked, “Can’t you be gentler with them?”
“No.”
“…”
“All my gentleness is reserved for you, there’s none left.”
Wyatt and Aria exchanged a look, their expressions bleak: evidently, they didn’t qualify.