She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 136 - Drowning

Chapter 136: Chapter 136 Drowning

The man, holding his drink, grinned cheekily, “Hey, isn’t this Assistant Hughes from Brother Waylon’s side? Since when did the Lewis family have such a gorgeous lady?”

Andrew Morris thought that anyone who could have Waylon Lewis’s personal assistant shadowing them must be some favored young lady of the Lewis family. Despite having been around the block, he couldn’t recall ever having seen this beauty. Maybe she just came back from studying abroad.

He readily accepted this explanation.

Andrew Morris was entangling himself with Thomas Hughes, “I just want to talk to the lady for a bit, I promise I won’t let her drink, relax, relax.”

“No, I’m very sorry, Young Master Morris…”

“What’s with you, so stubbornly honest? I just want to have a chat, exchange some feelings.”

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Thomas Hughes’s face turned cold, thinking, you want to ‘exchange feelings’ with Waylon Lewis’s wife? Are you crazy?

Thomas Hughes, “What do you want to chat about? I’ll chat with you.”

Andrew Morris was dumbfounded, “Am I crazy? What could I possibly have to talk about with a big guy like you? Are you a freak?”

Thomas Hughes, “…”

Hope Williams, “…”

“Don’t block my way, geez, you really are something.” Thomas Hughes and Andrew Morris got all tangled up.

Hope Williams couldn’t bear to watch their doggedness any longer and said with a light smile, “Is there something you need, Young Master Morris?”

“See, your Miss is talking to me. Back off, back off.” Andrew Morris took advantage of Thomas Hughes’s momentary stupor and swiftly darted in front of Hope Williams.

He ran a hand through his hair stylishly, his handsome face bearing a mischievous, rakish smile, “Ahem… Miss, let me introduce myself. My last name is Morris, first name Andrew. And how might I address you?”

Hope Williams returned a gentle smile, “Hello, Hope Williams.”

Surname Williams—he remembered correctly that Mrs. Lewis also carried the surname Williams; she really must be a young lady related by marriage.

A glint passed through Andrew Morris’s eyes, all the better then. He decided he would claim this related-by-marriage young lady and propose the very next day.

Seeing Andrew Morris smiling to himself, Hope Williams wondered if she had reason to think this kid’s mind wasn’t quite right.

“Miss Williams, how about we exchange contact information to get to know each other better? When you’re free, I’ll take you out for some fun.”

Hope Williams rejected outright, “No, thanks.”

“Hey, don’t be so quick to refuse. There’s no one in this region that Young Master Morris doesn’t know. I’ve got your back from now on; you can walk sideways here…”

Hope Williams’s gaze slowly drifted up from Andrew Morris, tugging the corners of her mouth ever so slightly.

“Cough…”

“Is something wrong, Miss Williams? Not feeling well? Is it a bit cold? To be honest, I suddenly feel a chill too… Ah… Hey… What the fuck…”

Andrew Morris’s collar was suddenly grabbed from behind, and he was irritated. How dare someone grab him by the collar? Was this person looking for death?

As he turned to curse, he was met with an extremely handsome face. The eyebrows above that face were tightly furrowed, the dark eyes filled with an ominous glint, and the thin lips pressed into a firm line. The man exuded a chilling aura.

This person was… Waylon Lewis!

Andrew Morris still didn’t realize the gravity of the situation and grinned sheepishly at Waylon, “Brother Waylon, long time no see.”

Waylon Lewis kept a stern face while Hope Williams picked up her glass without a word and slowly took a sip.

“What are you doing?”

“Brother Waylon, I was chatting with your cousin,” Andrew said.

“Cousin?” Wyatt Lewis, who stood behind Waylon Lewis with one hand casually in his pocket, couldn’t help but laugh.

Hope Williams’s brows twitched uncontrollably.

“Sister-in-law, since when did you become my brother’s cousin?”

Hope Williams shrugged slightly, “I have no idea.”

“Sister-in-law?” Andrew Morris’s face froze, unable to react in time.

Waylon Lewis had already walked up to Hope Williams and casually wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her into his embrace.

Hope Williams naturally didn’t resist, looking up slightly, “Why did you just get here? Was there trouble at the company?”

Waylon Lewis’s demeanor was entirely different when facing the woman in his arms, his gaze tender as he reached up to gently arrange some loose strands of Hope Williams’s hair, “It was nothing serious, don’t worry.”

“Mm.”

“Bored already?”

Hope Williams bit her lip slightly, “A little.”

“I’ll go greet Grandpa Fuller, and then we can leave.”

“Alright, then I’ll wait outside for you.”

Andrew Morris stood there stiff, his eyes filled with nothing but astonishment. His mind was overrun with countless curses.

What had he just done? What on earth had he done?

He had just been flirting with Waylon Lewis’s wife!

He slowly turned his head toward Thomas Hughes, who had just desperately stopped him. “Is it too late to go die now?”

Thomas shrugged his shoulders.

The shock wasn’t just for Andrew Morris; everyone around was agape.

Waylon Lewis naturally attracted everyone’s attention. They watched as Waylon walked in that direction. Initially, they thought he was going to find Young Master Morris, but his gaze stayed on the woman in front of Andrew Morris.

Then he directly wrapped his arm around the woman’s waist, and Young Master Lewis openly referred to the woman as—his sister-in-law!

That woman was actually Waylon Lewis’s wife!

Good heavens!

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Many young noblemen cast grateful glances toward Thomas Hughes, who had just stopped them from approaching her.

Their eyes were as if they were looking at their own reborn parents.

Mia Fuller stood aside, taking in the scene before her eyes.

She had just been standing at the doorway, planning to greet Waylon Lewis, but his gaze went around the banquet hall and finally settled on a corner, unwavering, and he walked straight toward it.

He perfectly ignored her.

And in his eyes, there was only Hope Williams.

A crack finally appeared on Mia Fuller’s perfect composure, her hand clutching tightly, and she watched a silhouette closely following Hope Williams, a cold smile curling at her lips.

The Fuller family’s estate was about the same size as the Lewis family’s old house, with beautifully carved beams and paintings, winding corridors, and scenery every three steps, a person every five steps.

Hope Williams walked out calmly.

“Hope Williams.”

A cold voice came from behind her.

Hope stopped in her tracks, turned around, her brows moved slightly, and saw Joy Ward standing behind her.

Encountering Joy here, Hope wasn’t too surprised.

Her expression was serene and unaffected, with very little emotion in her cool eyes.

“Are you satisfied after making me suffer so much?” Joy approached step by step, her gaze sweeping past the nearby swimming pool, then moving back to Hope.

Hope furrowed her brows, her gaze growing colder, “It’s your own doing.”

“No, it’s your fault.” Joy roared, “My mother died because of you, our entire family is in chaos now.”

Hope’s eyes were clear and cold, her voice calm and measured, “Your mother died because of you. Don’t you have a clue? Isn’t this a mess of your own making?”

“Hope Williams, I want you to pay for my mother’s life…” As Joy finished her sentence, she fiercely grabbed Hope’s arm and yanked her into the swimming pool with her.

“Splash” were heard twice.

Hope felt a tightness in her chest. She couldn’t swim, and Joy clung fiercely to her arm, pulling her downward with a vengeance, intent on drowning her.

“Get off.”

Hope desperately struggled to break free from Joy’s grasp.

During the struggle, her body sank even further.

Joy looked crazed, “How comfortable does it feel, Hope Williams? You despicable woman, you deserve to die. The pain I’ve suffered, I’ll make you experience it all. Go die.”

Hope flailed in the water, unable to touch the bottom, choking on who knows how much water.

Joy laughed madly. As people approached, she screamed at the top of her lungs, “Help… help me, help…”

Suddenly there was a “splash” as someone jumped in.

Then another “splash” followed.

Two men swam quickly toward Hope.

Hope didn’t know how much water she’d inhaled. All she felt was her body continuously sinking.

Then a strong arm grabbed her hand, pulling her close, wrapping around her waist to keep her nose and mouth above the water.

Alexander Knox’s expression was dark, “Hang in there a little longer, I’m bringing you up now.”

“Waylon, save me, save me!” Joy screamed out.

Waylon Lewis’s gaze, however, didn’t stray from Hope for a second. He pushed Alexander away and quickly pulled the woman into his arms. Hope’s hands instinctively rested on his shoulders.

Alexander watched the person being forcefully taken away by Waylon, his look becoming even colder.

Waylon Lewis rescued Hope onto the shore as quickly as possible, and fortunately, it was timely—she had only choked on a few mouthfuls of water, and she coughed violently a few times on the shore.

Waylon’s face darkened, he kept patting Hope’s back lightly to help her catch her breath, “Are you okay?”

Hope, holding her chest, nodded her head.

Wyatt Lewis followed close behind, seeing Waylon and Hope both soaked, his face darkened, and he couldn’t help but quicken his steps, “Brother, what happened to sister-in-law?”