She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 373

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 373

Hope Williams settled Luke and Willow.
The two little ones were scared today and fell in to a deep sleep in the car, and Hope
Williams gently covered them with a blanket, her face full of concern.
Downstairs, Hope Williams saw Waylon Lewis sitting on the sofa, with Thomas Hughes
standing next to him, who was moving his mouth, seemingly reporti ng something to
Waylon Lewis. Upon seeing Hope Williams, Thomas Hughes immediately greeted her
respectfully.
Hope Williams gave a slight nod, and Waylon Lewis stretched out his hand to pull her to
sit next to him.

“What is this?” Hope Williams glanced at t he notebook computer on the coffee table,
which seemed to be displaying a segment of surveillance video.
“Hospital surveillance.”
It was from the period when Vivia Fuller was hospitalized due to injury until Luke and
Willow were kidnapped by Mia Fuller.
“D o you also suspect Vivia Fuller?” Hope Williams glanced at the surveillance, looking
towards Waylon Lewis.
“Yeah,” Waylon Lewis responded gravely, “She’s not that kind - hearted.”
Hope Williams frowned, “I feel the same way, found any clues?”
Waylon Lewis sh ook his head, “No, everything seems normal.”
Everything is normal, which made it puzzling. The surveillance showed that since her
admission, Vivia Fuller had not been in contact with Mia Fuller, and she didn’t have a
cell phone to contact Mia Fuller either . The only person she had any contact with those
days was Henry Fuller.
This was confirmed by Thomas Hughes asking the other patients in Vivia Fuller’s room,
who could all attest to it.
Moreover, a fellow patient said that Vivia Fuller was mentally unstabl e, either crying at
night or hiding under the covers, looking utterly dejected.
Thus, she was also not in the right state of mind to plan anything during that time.
Looking back at the segment when Luke and Willow were kidnapped by Mia Fuller, the
surveill ance indeed showed it was solely Mia Fuller who had taken the children.
Vivia Fuller had just happened to see Mia Fuller taking the children away and had
started an intense argument in an attempt to rescue the children, during which Mia
Fuller stabbed and pushed her down the stairs.
Everything suggested that Vivia Fuller really wasn’t at fault this time.
However, Hope Williams still felt it was impossible for Vivia Fuller to be so benevolent,
as someone who could betray her own kin wouldn’t save the enemy’s children without
having their own agenda.
Regarding Vivia Fuller, Hope Williams could not find any reasonable explanation for her
actions and was dazedly watching the surveillance when the entrance door opened, and
two hurried figures rushed in.

“Bro, sis ter - in - law, Luke and Willow are alright, right? Mom said that crazy woman Mia
Fuller kidnapped Luke and Willow.”
“Hope, are you okay? Where’s Luke and Willow?”
Hope Williams looked at the people who approached her, blinked lightly, “It’s alright,
don’t wor ry, Luke and Willow are fine, they are upstairs sleeping now.”
“That’s good, that’s good, I was so scared, how could such a thing happen, has Mia
Fuller been caught? That’s so wicked,” Aria Richardson said anxiously.
“She’s been caught and taken to the pol ice station,” Hope Williams glanced at Aria
Richardson, then toward Wyatt Lewis, “Speaking of which, how come you two came
together?”
“Because we were together last night,” Aria Richardson said without hesitation.
“What? You were together last night?” Hope Williams raised her voice slightly, glaring at
Wyatt Lewis.
Waylon Lewis gently raised his eyebrows, giving Wyatt Lewis a meaningful look.
Wyatt Lewis jolted under that gaze, quickly waved his hands to explain, “No no, nothing
like that, we were just drin king together in a private booth last night.”
Wyatt Lewis, seeing the way Hope Williams looked at him as if he had bullied Aria
Richardson, hurriedly added, “Not just the two of us.”
Hope Williams’s clear eyes shifted inch by inch towards Aria Richardson.
Aria Richardson, realizing her words had caused a misunderstanding, quickly said
under Hope Williams’s probing gaze, “Right, right, we were drinking, many people, don’t
think too much.”
“Mmm, just talk, no need to blush,” Hope Williams said playfully, her voice laced with
amusement as she raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
Aria Richardson touched her own cheek subconsciously, seeming a bit hot, wondering
what was going on.
Hope Williams shook her head and smiled, “Since you’ve come, stay for dinner.”
To change the subject, Wyatt Lewis quickly chimed in, “Yeah, yeah, who’s cooking,
sister - in - law, will you cook? I haven’t had your cooking for a long time.”

Wyatt Lewis remembered how previously his sister - in - law had cooked for his brother,
but his brother didn’t a ppreciate it and wouldn’t eat, and the food would end up in his
own stomach, and now it’s been quite a while since he last savored such delicious
meals.
Wyatt Lewis looked at Hope Williams with anticipation, but before Hope Williams could
respond, Waylon L ewis’s cold gaze had already shot towards him sharply.
Wyatt Lewis felt a chill and instinctively swallowed, managing a stiff smile under his
brother’s icy stare.
Waylon Lewis stood up, and Wyatt instinctively backed away, thinking he was about to
be hit a gain.
But Waylon didn’t lift a hand; instead, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a well - built
forearm.
Isn’t he still going to hit me?
“Bro, what are you doing?” Wyatt shrank back, asking tentatively.
“Am I going to cook for you?”
Wyatt was horrified, jum ped up from his chair, grabbed Waylon’s arm, and wailed, “No, I
was wrong, I won’t eat, I won’t eat anymore.”
That would be better than a beating.
Seeing Wyatt’s resistant expression, Waylon’s face darkened.
“Is my cooking not good?”
“It’s delicious, so de licious, beyond even a five - star chef’s skills, but it’s just too good for
me, bro!”
Wyatt blinked sincerely at Waylon, roaring inside: It’s all my fault, all my fault, okay? It
was just letting your wife cook a meal, why use such torture on me, can’t I ju st shut up!
Waylon’s gaze slowly moved down to the hand Wyatt plastered against him, still tightly
holding his arm; Waylon’s brow furrowed deeply, “Get off, stop disgusting me.”
“Click.”
“Click.”
The sound of two camera clicks landed.

Waylon glanced sidewa ys, only to see Hope Williams and Aria Richardson, who had
taken out their phones at some point, giving them a close - up.
Waylon, slightly taller than Wyatt, who was now leaning against him and clinging to his
arm, looked somewhat coquettish and a touch cli ngy.
Such a fantastical scene needs to be recorded.
The scene of a Domineering President and his delicate wife popped into fujoshi Aria’s
mind, cough cough…
Aria wanted to slap herself awake. They are real brothers, such thoughts feel somewhat
perverted…
W aylon and Wyatt both darkened their expressions, “What are you doing?”
Aria, in a panic, shoved the phone back into her pocket, coughed lightly, and glanced
away, showing a caught - in - the - act type of embarrassment.
Hope paused, then slowly put away her phon e, tugging at her lips with a light smile,
“Uh… you two brothers are really… loving!”
Waylon’s brow quirked up, he shoved Wyatt away with disgust, and took big strides
back to Hope.
Seeing Waylon’s threatening demeanor, Hope instinctively stepped back.
Wha t now? Domestic violence?
Waylon, expressionless, fixed his gaze on Hope.
Hope, feeling a chill on her back from his stare, blinked and looked desperately at Aria
for help.
Where was Aria?
Aria had already shrunk back her neck and disappeared.
Jaw clasped by the man, Hope was forced to look at Waylon.
“You… what are you trying to…” do?
Before she could finish, the man leaned down and wrapped her in his arms.
Hope was stunned.

“I only want to love you.”
Wyatt, “…”
Aria, “…”