She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 74

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 74

Since last time Willow and Luke accidentally caused trouble at the Lewis Family, and
Hope Williams had misunderstood Waylon, after she apologized and ex plained to
Waylon, their interactions underwent subtle changes.
She trusted Waylon Lewis a bit more.

Waylon had no intention of taking the children; he just wanted to see them as their
father. Hope accepted this reasoning, thus she didn’t resist as much wh en Waylon saw
Luke and Willow, letting it happen.
Hope slightly raised her eyebrows, looking toward the black car parked not far away,
her heart at peace, gently stroking Luke’s hair, “Alright, go ahead.”
Luke trotted over to Waylon’s car with his little l egs.
Waylon was about to leave when he saw Luke running toward him. A glint passed
through his dark eyes.
...
Luke stood in front of Waylon’s car, looking at him. Waylon opened the car door and got
out.
“I’ll be right back,” Luke said, then turned and ran back inside as if to fetch something.
Hope didn’t know what Luke was up to. Willow’s round eyes followed her brother as he
ran back and forth.
Soon afterwards, Luke came out holding a card, his little face serious as he handed it to
Waylon.
Waylon raised a n eyebrow, his deep eyes flickered with confusion.
Luke, in a childishly solemn tone, said, “It was my idea to send Brother Jimmy to cause
trouble. I apologize. For the things we broke, I will compensate.
I admit it was impulsive of me, but why did you bul ly my mommy? Mommy kindly went
to rescue your family members, and not only did you not thank her, but you also drove
her away. Doesn’t my mommy have feelings? Doesn’t she feel hurt? Luke’s mommy,
who I love the most, why should anyone bully her?”
Luke earn estly pushed the card to Waylon, his serious little face showing no other
emotion, “Here, take this. Mommy said that if you make a mistake, you should bravely
take responsibility. This is the pocket money Mommy gives me, including my New
Year’s money, all of it is here, take it.”
The amount in Luke’s card was not small, containing not only the pocket money Hope
had given him but also money he had won traveling around with Liam Cloud over the
years — which amounted to several million — unbeknownst to Hope.

Waylo n’s gaze grew complex, looking tenderly at the little Luke in front of him, bending
his tall and slender figure down, “Your mommy taught you well to correct your mistake,
but let this one go.”
Taking money from one’s own son, that would be really outrageou s.
Waylon handed the card back to Luke, “The broken stuff wasn’t worth much and was
about to be replaced anyway.”
“You keep it. Otherwise, I really would feel a bit uneasy.”
Though Luke knew his daddy wasn’t short on money, since he had damaged it, he had
to make it right; it didn’t matter if his daddy was wealthy.
“You’re my son, even if you burned down a house, there’s no need to compensate,
understand?” Waylon said in a calm voice, smiling warmly at Luke.
Luke paused slightly, “Then… okay, but just don’t bully mommy, and I won’t set your
house on fire.”
Meaning, if he did bully mommy, setting his house on fire might still be an option.
Waylon slightly curved his lips, “You really stand up for your mommy?”
“Of course, Mommy is a girl, and Luke is a boy. It ’s natural for Luke to protect mommy.
Nobody is allowed to bully her, including you. Even though we are flesh and blood, if
you bully mommy, I won’t show any mercy.”
Waylon looked at Luke, who stubbornly defended Hope like a little knight.
A smile flickere d in Waylon’s eyes, tinged with both admiration and helplessness.
In the eyes of the two children, he probably couldn’t even compare to a strand of Hope’s
hair.
Waylon felt somewhat slighted, but more than that, he felt heartache and regret.
These years, s he had been raising two children alone, and it had undoubtedly been
tough, yet she had raised them extremely well.
Like her, when they acted, they did so decisively, hitting right where it hurt, leaving no
room for negotiation.
Waylon’s warm hand gently li fted and caressed Luke’s hair, his voice low and soothing,
“Don’t worry, I couldn’t bear to bully her either.”

“Mommy always says, if you say something and don’t follow through, it’s just pie in the
sky,” Luke said earnestly.
“…Yeah, your mommy is right.”
“Don’t go painting pies in the sky then.”
“…Okay.”
“By the way,” Luke suddenly remembered something, “can you return Brother Jimmy to
me?”
“That mechanical little dog?”
“Yes, I made it for mommy by hand. It’s supposed to be her birthday present.” It was hi s
most perfect craft yet, surely meant for his most beloved mommy.
“Birthday? Her birthday is coming up?” Waylon glanced toward the woman not far away,
who was speaking to Willow with her head lowered, her beautiful face brightened by a
charming smile. His gaze softened without him even realizing it.
“You don’t even know that.” Luke frowned slightly, his serious little gaze scrutinizing like
a little boss inspecting a subordinate, clearly very dissatisfied, mentally deducting points
from his dad, “Mommy sai d you’ve been married for three years, and you don’t even
know her birthday?”
Luke really couldn’t understand.
“…”
“Really incompetent, no wonder mommy left you.”
“…”
Waylon paused, a complex emotion flashing through his deep eyes — he could not
refute, it w as undeniable that he had indeed neglected Hope previously.
“You… are right.”
His performance as a husband had really been lacking.
“Hmph, I’m not talking to you anymore.”
Luke walked a few steps ahead, slightly frustrated, then suddenly paused, and after a
few seconds, sighed helplessly as if changing his mind, and turned back to look at
Waylon, “Mommy’s birthday is next Sunday.”

“Uncle Benjamin knows, and you still don’t, sigh, you really can’t compare to Uncle
Benjamin.”
The mention of being worse than B enjamin Myers made Waylon’s gaze instantly chill.
Luke talked with Waylon for quite a while, and Hope made no attempt to hurry him.
Seeing Luke returning, Hope gently took his hand, looked up at Waylon with a polite
nod, and took Luke and Willow home.
Cha pter 75:

Chapter 75

: Saving Your Own Life is What Matters Most
Waylon Lewis’s gaze was deep and with a final sigh of resignation, he couldn’t help feel
a tightness in his chest as Luke’s words indeed struck a chord, causing him a subtle
discomfort.
Hope Wi lliams finished washing up with the two little ones and coaxed them to sleep,
“Okay, babies, go to sleep. Mommy has some things to do, but once I’m done, I’ll tell
you a bedtime story, okay?”
“Okay, then hurry up, Mommy,” said Luke, as he and Willow hand i n hand, scampered
off to their room.
Hope Williams’s first order of business upon sitting down on the living room sofa was to
make a phone call.
The other party picked up promptly.
“Hi, Director Delacey.”
...
“Hey Cynthia, it’s been a while since I heard f rom you. How have things been since you
returned home? Are you adjusting well? And how about your ex - husband? How are the
two little treasures? Oh my, I haven’t seen you guys in so long; I miss you terribly,”
came the fluent English of the middle - aged woma n on the other end.
Hope Williams smiled and conversed in English too, “Don’t worry, although there are
some troubles, everything is being resolved. I believe things will get better.”
“Uh - huh, I trust in your capabilities, of course. But did you call today for a particular
reason?” Given Hope Williams’s tendency to work to the point of self - forgetfulness,
taking time out of her busy schedule to make a call signified that it must be for
something rather important.

“Actually, there is something I need your he lp with.” Hope Williams explained the
situation to Director Delacey briefly, “I know these herbs are quite precious, so I’m not
sure if you’d sell me some, but they are critical for my patient.”
“Cynthia, is the patient you’re referring to your ex - husband’ s grandfather?” asked
Director Delacey, her voice growing heavier.
Hope Williams shook her head, “No, he’s also my grandfather.”
Director Delacey sighed, “Alright Cynthia, I was initially reluctant to give you the herbs
just because he was your ex - husband’ s grandpa. When you came to y country, you told
me you fled your home to protect your children from a husband aiming to harm them.
For such a man, it’s not worth it.”
“But hearing you speak like this, Grandpa Lewis seems to be a very good person. Since
he has treated you well, I am willing to help him for your sake. Don’t worry, I will have
someone send it to you later.”
Hope Williams felt deeply moved, her eyes brimming with tears, “Thank you, Director
Delacey.”
“Cynthia, you’re too polite. If it wasn’t fo r you, I would not have managed that surgery. It
was your persistence that gave me a second chance at life. Although I was reluctant to
let you go back to your country, I knew it was where your path lay. Cynthia, I will always
support your choices.”
Hope W illiams’s eyes grew teary, “No one understands me better than you, thank you,
Director Delacey.”
After hanging up the phone, Hope Williams took a deep breath, retrieved the director’s
account information, and transferred the money. The price of the herb wa s indeed
extravagant, and it was currently scarce in the market. Director Delacey had previously
acquired it at an auction.
Unexpectedly, just as Hope Williams put down her phone, the money was sent back the
next second along with an offended emoji, “Talki ng money hurts feelings.”
Hope Williams helplessly massaged her forehead.
Under the bright moonlight, a tall figure at the Lewis family’s old house was sneakily
organizing his belongings and slipping into the garage.
Waylon Lewis’s dark eyes narrowed sligh tly. He stepped forward with large strides
toward the figure.

Wyatt Lewis felt that to save his own skin, it was best not to show his face around his
brother for a few days. Maybe staying away for a while was a good idea, to keep his
brother from getting a nnoyed at the sight of him. Quite self - aware.
Carrying a change of clothes, Wyatt took his car keys and went to the parking garage.
As his hand reached for the car door, he felt an invisible chill whip across his back and
muttered to himself, “The temperat ure sure is dropping quickly tonight.”
As he was about to sit in the car, his peripheral vision caught a towering figure. Wyatt
froze, the cool air behind him growing more intense. Only then did he realize that this
was not a simple drop in temperature — it felt more like the Arctic!
“Where are you going?”
The deep, frosty voice of his brother rang out.
Wyatt’s scalp tingled, and his heart raced. Reluctantly, he turned his head
incrementally, his exceptionally handsome face splitting into a placating smile,
“ Brother… to keep out of your way, I was going to stay somewhere else for a few days.”
After all, today he had nearly blown the kids’ cover and unforgivably caused his brother
to be slapped, still showing a trace of red on his face.
Maybe his brother was no w scheming about which state to send him off to develop.
Waylon Lewis glanced at him and dropped a cold command, “Come to the study.”
With that, the man turned and walked away.
Wyatt slapped his chest, on the verge of tears, deeply shaken, yet not daring t o defy his
brother. He quickly straightened up and followed obediently.
The study was frigid.
Waylon Lewis leaned back on the couch, a cigarette between his fingers, lips drawing in
a puff, then exhaling a long plume of smoke that wreathed his handsome vis age, his
dark eyes slightly out of focus.
Wyatt stood properly in front of the desk, lifting his eyelids to sneak peeks at Waylon
Lewis.
Waylon Lewis’s eyes were downcast, silent, seemingly contemplating something. He
had never seen such a look of bewilder ment on his typically stern and severe brother’s
face.

Wyatt’s brows lifted slightly — perhaps his brother was still considering which state to
banish him to — was that the deep thought?
Just then, Waylon Lewis’s low, magnetic voice casually broke the silence, “How was I to
Hope Williams before?”
He turned his head, his dark eyes sweeping over Wyatt.
“What?” Wyatt wondered if he had heard wrong.
His brother was asking about his past treatment of Hope Williams?
Wyatt leaned his face closer to Waylon, “Brother, a re you okay?”
“…”
Waylon Lewis glared at him irritably, prompting Wyatt to stand up straight again.
Good, it was confirmed — his brother was alright.
“Ah… Well… This…”