She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 368

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 368

Waylon Lewis Knows This Best Christopher Lewis’ hospital room was eerily quiet, with
Christopher lying in bed with a taut face.
Alitzel Williams sat in a corner of the sofa with a pinched face, lips tightly sealed without
uttering a word.
Both were in t he same hospital room, but wished they could stick to the walls, keeping
the furthest distance from each other.
The atmosphere was very stiff, looking as if they had just had an argument.
“Good morning, Grandma.”
As soon as Luke and Willow entered, they ch eerfully called out to Alitzel Williams, their
babyish voices immediately breaking the tense atmosphere.
Seeing her two precious grandchildren, Alitzel Williams stood up and walked over, “Oh,
my darlings, Grandma missed you so much, let Grandma hug you.”
W atching Alitzel Williams hugging and kissing the two little ones, Christopher was a bit
envious.
It seemed like no one had noticed him calling out a moment ago.
He felt as if he had been forgotten!
“Ahem…” He deliberately made a noise to remind them that h e, too, was there.
“Grandma, we missed you too, are you happy to see Luke and Willow?”
“Happy, very happy.”
No one paid attention to Christopher, “Ahem, ahem!” He coughed twice, more forcefully.

“Grandma was just unhappy, why is that?”
Luke and Willow blin ked their eyes at Alitzel Williams, both five - and - a - half - year - olds
could see that Alitzel Williams had been in a bad mood just now.
“Ahem, ahem, ahem!”
Why did no one notice him yet?
Had he coughed too softly?
It wasn’t that soft either; he coughed so hard that his shoulder wound hurt along with it.
“Who else could it be for.” Alitzel Williams glanced at Christopher and huffed.
“It’s you again, Bad Grandpa.” Willow snorted.
Finally noticed, Christopher didn’t have time to rejoice before his old face immedia tely
darkened.
“I didn’t do anything to her.”
Christopher defended himself in a measured tone, “And why am I always called Bad
Grandpa?”
“Because Bad Grandpa always picks on my Mommy, and you often accuse my Mommy
without using your brain.” Willow whispere d, but the quietness of the hospital room
meant everyone heard.
Doing anything that makes Mommy unhappy set the standard for being ‘bad’ in Luke
and Willow’s eyes.
Waylon Lewis knew this all too well.
Christopher’s face turned black as coal, he glared at H ope Williams, “Did you teach the
children this?”
Hope Williams tugged at her lips slightly.
“Do I need to teach them? Isn’t it the fact?” Alitzel Williams huffed coldly, immediately
peeling fruit for Luke and Willow to eat.
Christopher was angered to the p oint of almost exploding, feeling extremely indignant.
“Luke, Willow, be good and stay here, Mommy and Daddy will be back in a while.”

“Okay, you go ahead.” The two little treasures were fed various treats by Alitzel
Williams, their mouths bulging.
Hope Wi lliams smiled faintly and walked out with Waylon Lewis.
…
Waylon Lewis had stopped putting pressure on the Fuller Clan, finally giving them a
chance to breathe.
In the hospital room of Old Master Fuller, the old butler of the Fuller Family reported this
si tuation to Old Master Fuller, which was the best news of the past few days.
Old Master Fuller, who felt bankruptcy was imminent, immediately perked up, clutching
the butler’s hand tightly, “Really?”
“For certain.”
“Good, good, the heavens have not forsaken our Fuller Family,” Old Master Fuller
exclaimed joyfully.
But in the next second, the door to the hospital room was knocked. Thinking it was the
doctor, two policemen in uniform entered instead, showing their identification.
Old Master Fuller’s expression hardened, and he looked at the approaching policemen,
puzzled, “Officers, is there a problem?”
“Walker Fuller, you are suspected of murder. Please come with us.” The demeanor of
the two policemen was all business.
Old Master Fuller was astonished, “Murder ? Officers, you must be mistaken, I didn’t do
it…”
“We will determine whether you did it or not, please come with us.” The two policemen
stepped forward and took hold of Old Master Fuller, one on each side.
“Wait! Wait! Let me go first, I need to find my l awyer, I have to find my lawyer!”
Old Master Fuller was pulled up from his bed, struggling forcefully, but failing to free
himself from the grip of the police.
He steadied himself and urgently said to the old butler, “Go find my lawyer, hurry up!”
Walker F uller was dragged out of the hospital room, and there stood Waylon Lewis and
Hope Williams at the doorway, their cool gazes watching him indifferently.

“It’s you!” Old Master Fuller’s eyes narrowed with loathing, “Are you satisfied now? Just
you wait, just you wait. When I get out, I won’t let you off.”
“Get out?” Waylon Lewis sneered, “I hope you can fulfill that statement in your lifetime.”
At this moment, Walker Fuller still believed that even if Waylon Lewis handed over the
evidence of him ordering the hit on Christopher Lewis to the police, he wasn’t afraid; at
worst this would be attempted murder, a few years in jail.
As long as the Fuller Family stood firm, once he was out, he still had a chance.