She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 263 - All Were Driven Away
Chapter 263: Chapter 263 All Were Driven Away
“Your brother’s just been bewitched by that woman, follows everything she says, and lost all reason. Look what’s become of this house after she arrived.”
“When sister-in-law was here, this household was fine. Ever since you came back, it’s been a mess.”
Wyatt Lewis disregarded the rest, stepping forward to shield Hope Williams and the others behind him, his voice a contrast to the previous low tone, “Sister-in-law, are you okay?”
Hope Williams shook her head.
Christopher Lewis slammed the table, “You! You ungrateful child, what are you saying?”
Wyatt’s face darkened, “I’m making myself perfectly clear, you’re hardly ever home all year, how can you have the face to drive people out as soon as you return?”
Having said that, Wyatt swept his icy gaze over the rest.
“And you lot, thinking of rebelling? Taking advantage of my grandfather’s illness and my brother being on a business trip to cause a ruckus, where were you earlier? Ganging up to pick on one woman, are you even human?”
Christopher was so angry he clutched his chest, his heart pounding violently, fingers trembling as he pointed towards the door.
“You! Get out of here.”
“If I have to leave, I’d love nothing more than not to share a space and breathe the same air as you.” Wyatt Lewis bent down to pick up Luke and Willow, glanced at Hope Williams, “Come on sister-in-law, I’ll take you.”
“Okay.” Hope Williams nodded.
Seeing Wyatt lead Hope and the others out, Alitzel Williams breathed a sigh of relief, at least they had someone to support them and their children.
Alitzel turned around only to lock eyes with Vivia Fuller’s smug face.
Sensing Alitzel’s gaze, Vivia immediately changed her expression, looking woeful and helpless.
Alitzel’s expression grew colder.
“Are you satisfied now?”
“Madam, what are you saying? I don’t understand.”
Watching Vivia’s feigned innocence, Alitzel got angry.
“You don’t understand? Fine, no matter. I’ll tell you, even if Hope leaves, you’ll never enter the Lewis Family’s home. Do you understand?” Alitzel asked coldly.
Vivia’s brows twitched fiercely.
“Madam, you…”
Alitzel glanced coldly at Christopher Lewis, “Are you satisfied now? Your son, daughter-in-law, grandchildren, you’ve driven them all away, just get ready for a lonely old age.”
With that, Alitzel didn’t give the group another glance and tossed her hands, going upstairs.
The deep furrows on Christopher’s forehead only deepened as he clutched his chest, unable to breathe.
Isaiah Lewis lounged on a single sofa with his legs crossed, raising his eyebrows in a light, careless smile.
There was a smugness in his laughter, as if he’d just enjoyed a good show. Looking at Christopher’s state, he mockingly offered comfort as he got up, “Christopher, it’s fine, a son will return if he leaves, and grandchildren with the Lewis blood can never run away. If your daughter-in-law leaves, there’s still Miss Fuller, right? Miss Fuller is much more suitable than that Hope Williams.”
Christopher glanced at him, said nothing, and walked upstairs.
Isaiah lifted his chin smugly.
Buckling his seat belt in the car, Wyatt Lewis was about to call Waylon Lewis.
Hope Williams raised her hand to stop him, “Never mind, he must be busy right now, and since we’ve already left, let’s just wait until he gets back.”
Wyatt raised an eyebrow, looked at her, and said, “This time my brother is probably going to die of anger, went on a business trip and almost lost his wife.”
“Who says lost? I haven’t divorced him.”
“Well, that’s true. Where to? To my brother’s villa?”
Hope Williams shook her head, “Back to my own place.”
Wyatt put away his phone and started the car.
At Hope Williams’s apartment, she got out with Luke and Willow and waved at Wyatt, “Drive carefully on your way back.”
“Don’t worry, sister-in-law, call me if you need anything.”
“Okay.” Hope nodded.
Taking Luke and Willow home, Hope noticed the two little ones were downcast and gently rubbed their cheeks, “What’s wrong? You’ve both been so quiet all the way.”
Luke pursed his lips and finally squeezed out a few words, “It’s too much.”
Willow, “Exactly.”
Hope pressed her lips together, unable to deny it, but still as gentle and calm as ever in front of her children, “Are Luke and Willow very angry?”
“Of course we are.”
Hope smiled, “But is it Luke and Willow’s fault?”
Luke and Willow looked at each other, clearly unsure why Hope was asking as they honestly replied, “No.”
“So if it’s not Luke and Willow’s fault, why should you be angry? Why should you punish yourselves for someone else’s mistake?”
“Mommy~” Luke and Willow were smart; they understood as soon as Hope explained.
But what to do? They were still so angry. Those mean people…
They really wanted to tell daddy so he could come back and punish the wrongdoers.
“Alright, let’s go wash up now and then sleep. After a good sleep, everything will be better tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay.” The two chimed in unison.
Hope watched Luke and Willow head to the washroom before allowing herself to show a hint of vulnerability.
The quiet living room was disturbed by a phone ring.
Hope glanced at the phone, composed herself a bit, and answered.
“Hello?”
“What are you doing?” The mellow voice of Waylon Lewis came through.
Hope pressed her lips, softly saying, “Getting ready to put Luke and Willow to bed, and you?”
“What happened?” His voice deepened.
Hope blinked and paused, surprised his ears hadn’t missed it. A softness filled Hope’s heart as she spoke gently, “Really, it’s nothing. Are you busy over there?”
“A bit, but I can still take care of your issues.”
Hope picked up the cup of tea in front of her, took a sip, and smiled slightly, “Then finish up your work first, come back soon. We can talk when you get back.”
If Hope told him now about moving out of the Lewis home, he probably wouldn’t focus on his work and would come back right away.
Better not to distract him.
Waylon’s brows furrowed slightly; the tone of his voice shifted as he simply said, “Okay, I’ll come back once I finish. Wait for me.”
Hope, “Okay, I will.”
The call ended, and Waylon’s smile faded; he lifted his hand, his slender fingers curling slightly.
“Boss.”
Thomas Hughes promptly stepped forward.
“Check what happened tonight.”
Her voice couldn’t hide sorrow, and Waylon’s profound eyes darkened even more.
“Yes.”
Hope tossed her phone casually onto the sofa, leaned back exhaustedly, took a deep breath, and let it out heavily.
After sitting quietly on the sofa for a while, Hope stood up and walked to her room.
