She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 633: Don’t Come Disgust Me

"Shut your mouth!" How could he have fathered such a foolish daughter?

At the moment, both Ted Williams and Hope Williams are scrambling to get their hands on these shares, but it seems to him that Hope has a better chance. Besides, selling the shares to Hope at this critical juncture might earn him some goodwill from Waylon Lewis, which could translate into future business cooperation.

But Sophie Zhou doesn’t think that far ahead.

"Dad, the shares are in my name now. None of you have the right to say anything."

"Sophie Zhou!" Abigail Turner scolded her sternly, obvious anger appearing on her face. "You don’t understand the business matters your father is dealing with, so stop making trouble here." freewebnσvel.cøm

Saying this, Abigail stepped forward intending to pull Sophie away. Sophie, unwilling, brushed her hand away, "Mom, I’m not leaving..."

"What’s the matter now?" Emily Parker walked over to Sophie’s side. "Is Sophie wrong in what she said? The shares are in her name now. Isn’t it her decision whether to sell or not?"

Sophie cast an appreciative glance at Emily, lifting her chin with a little more confidence now that she had support.

Abigail glared at Emily, irritated beyond words. "Sister, she’s immature. Do you have to act just as immature as she does?"

"How am I being immature? Isn’t that the truth? Did I say anything wrong?"

"Alright, enough with the shouting. Aren’t you embarrassed to make such a scene?" Nathan Parker frowned as he sharply reprimanded them.

Hope Williams sat quietly on the couch, having figured out the situation. She raised an eyebrow at Sophie Zhou, "Let’s hear your terms."

Seeing Hope speak up, Emily gestured to Sophie with her eyes. Sophie understood, nodded, then sat on the couch opposite Hope and began, "It’s actually pretty simple. I only have two conditions."

Hope remained silent, watching Sophie intently, clearly awaiting the rest.

"First, you need to apologize to both my aunt and me for what happened before."

Sophie said this with absolute conviction.

Hope listened without any haste, her gaze calm and unperturbed. She gracefully took a sip of tea and asked, "And the second?"

"The second..." Sophie’s eyes unconsciously drifted toward Waylon Lewis.

Looking at the man’s breathtakingly handsome face and his noble demeanor, she noticed his gaze casually flicker toward her.

Sophie felt her breath quicken and couldn’t help but be moved.

She bit her lip and spoke tentatively, "And I want him..."

Waylon’s brows furrowed, his pitch-black eyes freezing over.

Sophie was jolted by his cold and detached expression, her heart trembling. The hands resting on her knees unconsciously clenched.

Hope raised a brow slightly, turned toward Waylon, amusement flickering in her eyes before looking back at Sophie. She asked, deliberately emphasizing the word, "My husband?"

She put extra weight on the word "husband."

Sophie’s bold demand stunned everyone, even Nathan Parker was left blinking in shock.

"Tomorrow, I’m attending a banquet, and I want President Lewis to accompany me. You’re not allowed to come; he must attend alone with me!"

Sophie stated this as if it were entirely reasonable.

Hope couldn’t suppress a smile as she listened.

But this time, she laughed out loud.

That fleeting, frosty laugh left Nathan and Abigail Turner feeling utterly humiliated.

What nerve Sophie had to make such a demand—it couldn’t have been more obvious.

Everyone knew that Hope was Waylon’s wife. Waylon rarely attended banquets, and even when he did, his only companion was Hope.

Sophie’s request for Waylon to attend the banquet alone with her was simply absurd. What status would Waylon accompany her under? What identity would she stand beside him as? The public and the media would undoubtedly speculate, leaving Hope utterly embarrassed in her role as his wife.

Sophie raised her chin at Hope, "So? Will you agree?"

Hope pressed her lips together, her earlier smile replaced by an icy frost.

"First of all, regarding the previous matter, I don’t believe I did anything wrong. Hence, your demand for an apology is invalid.

Second, he is my husband. What kind of authority do you have to ask him to accompany you? And under what identity would you stand next to him? Have you even asked my husband if he agrees?"

Sophie’s expression shifted awkwardly, and she looked toward Waylon with anticipation.

Hearing Hope’s words, Waylon lifted his eyelids slightly. Hope was coolly watching him, her gaze unmistakably signaling: Another scandalous entanglement? We’ll deal with this when we get home!

Waylon’s face darkened, yet Sophie still kept her hopes up. Since he hadn’t spoken yet, she assumed he was considering.

"President Lewis?"

Waylon’s brows furrowed deeply, "Don’t disgust me."

A simple, understated comment left Sophie frozen in place, her expression as stiff as if she had been slapped.

Hope raised an eyebrow and slowly stood up from the couch.

Waylon stood by her side, his gaze fixed on Nathan Parker’s pale face as he said in a low tone, "It seems today’s negotiation won’t pan out."

Hope pressed her lips together, "Indeed. Director Parker, we apologize for intruding. Let’s take our leave."

An apology was out of the question, and having Waylon accompany Sophie to the banquet was even less plausible.

The negotiation was over.

Hope didn’t bother to drag things out and prepared to leave.

Nathan seemed anxious, but Sophie was even more desperate. As Hope was leaving, Sophie took a few steps forward, "Hope, were my demands that unreasonable? Don’t forget, I still hold the shares. Aren’t you worried I’ll sell them to Luna Williams or Ted Williams?"

As expected, Sophie resorted to such threats.

Hope chuckled, turning back to her, "Do you really think that 10% of the shares can pressure me into agreeing to something impossible?"

"Don’t act like you don’t know how important the shares are to you right now! I don’t believe you’re not afraid of me selling them to Ted or Luna."

Luna Williams, huh.

Her remark reminded Hope of Luna. Earlier that morning, Hope’s bodyguards had reported back, saying Luna had holed up with the Carter Family like a turtle.

Until the shareholders’ meeting, Luna likely wouldn’t appear again. This time, she was being smart—avoiding Ted’s wrath should he discover she had already secured the shares he coveted. Luna had preemptively hidden herself.

As for Ted Williams, if the evidence Hope had were exposed, he wouldn’t fare any better.

Besides, the shares Hope held were already sufficient.

If Sophie refused to sell to her, it merely meant she couldn’t become the controlling shareholder. The actual impact wasn’t significant.

"Hope, I advise you not to be stubborn. Sophie’s demands weren’t excessive. Don’t act on impulse and regret it later, coming back begging," Emily subtly instigated.

Abigail glared at Emily, her anger simmering, "Sister, you’re still stirring up trouble now? This is our family’s issue. Why are you meddling?"

Emily bristled at Abigail’s words, "What do you mean? Are you saying I’m sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong?"

Abigail said nothing, silently agreeing.

"Nathan Parker, look at your wonderful wife. I’m your sister trying to help your daughter, and your wife can’t even tolerate me!"

Nathan, already at wit’s end, snapped, "You *are* annoying. Shut your mouth."

"You! You... Nathan Parker, say that again!"

Emily was so furious her words faltered.

Nathan ignored her and awkwardly apologized to Hope and Waylon, "President Lewis, Mrs. Lewis, I truly apologize. My daughter skipped her medication today and was out of line. Just give me some time; I’ll talk things over with her, and we’ll sell."

Hope remained gracious toward Nathan and Abigail, nodding politely, "Alright, but I don’t think we can discuss this today. Allow me to excuse myself."

Nathan wiped drops of sweat from his forehead, "Of course. Please, go ahead."

After apologizing profusely, Nathan personally escorted Hope and Waylon out.

Once they were gone, Nathan stormed back into the living room, furious, while Sophie continued ranting, "Dad, you shouldn’t have given in. I don’t believe Hope doesn’t want the shares—she’s just pretending."

Nathan shot a cold glare at Sophie, silencing her completely. He rarely looked at her like this.

"Dad?" Sophie was visibly nervous.

"Enough! Enough! All you do is cause trouble! Do you have any idea that Mrs. Lewis is likely the future heir to the Williams Clan? Our business is intimately tied to the Williams Clan. If she holds a grudge, what will we do if she sabotages us in the future? And President Lewis—I wanted to use this chance to discuss business cooperation with him. Now, we’re lucky if he doesn’t suppress us."

"Always causing drama! If you ruin the company, get ready to beg on the streets."

"I..." Sophie opened her mouth to protest, her expression aggrieved but utterly cowed by his wrath.

"Nathan Parker, isn’t that a bit much? Do you talk to your daughter this way?"

Emily’s voice immediately reignited Nathan’s fury. "And you! You’ve already made your own household a disaster, and now you’re stirring up trouble here. Even your husband wants to divorce you—I can’t stand you either. Go back to your own house and make a scene there!"

Nathan stormed upstairs, yelling, "Day after day, all you do is cause trouble. Who could tolerate you?"

Emily trembled with rage, "Nathan Parker, I dare you to repeat that!"

Nathan stopped halfway up the stairs to shout back, "I’ll say it a thousand times—do you want to hear it?"

"You! You!" Emily clutched her chest, gasping in anger.

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