She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 550: Afraid You’d Divorce Your Husband

Elias Patel bit his lower lip, maintaining a forced smile on his face. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Thank you, ma’am, but I have other matters to attend to, so I won’t sit down."

Hope Williams watched her without a word, keenly catching the jealousy in the depths of her eyes.

Hope Williams kept up the appearance of civility.

"Since Miss Patel has things to do, I won’t keep you. Take care, Miss Patel."

Elias Patel nodded slightly, her gaze pausing for a moment when it swept over Waylon Lewis.

Waylon Lewis didn’t look at her, all his attention was on Hope Williams the whole time.

Elias Patel’s grip on her purse tightened, she took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions, and walked out of the ward calmly.

The door to the ward closed.

Hope Williams glanced at the flowers sent by Elias Patel and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Mr. Lewis," Hope Williams called out to Waylon Lewis in a deep voice.

Waylon Lewis was startled; Hope seldom addressed him that way.

"What is it?"

Hope Williams shifted and sized up Waylon Lewis, smiling meaningfully.

"Hmm?"

"You really do have a lot of charm," Hope Williams said indifferently, her tone revealing no particular emotion, but her eyes gleamed with mischief.

She rarely spoke with that tone, and Waylon Lewis had a foreboding feeling, standing up straight and turning serious.

Seeing his solemn expression, Hope Williams raised an eyebrow, "I’m complimenting you, why so serious?"

"Afraid you’ll divorce me!"

Hope Williams was slightly stunned, then laughed softly, "Why would I do that? It would be like handing you over to those little vixens out there, I can’t bear to do that."

Waylon Lewis always felt there was more to what Hope Williams said.

Waylon Lewis looked at her cautiously, "Did I upset you?"

"No, I’m just speaking my mind, and to tell the truth, you are very charming. Haven’t you noticed that Elias Patel is interested in you?"

Waylon Lewis’s brow furrowed slightly. He hadn’t paid much attention to Elias Patel. His only impression of her was that she was capable, just like Thomas Hughes.

Beyond that, he had not paid much attention.

But Hope Williams, as a woman, could easily notice these things.

Waylon Lewis frowned lightly, "I haven’t noticed."

Hope Williams nodded, "I know, that’s why I don’t blame you, don’t be so tense. With you like this, when mom comes in later, she’ll think I’ve been picking on you."

Hope Williams reached out, pulling him to sit beside her on the bed, leaning tenderly into his embrace, feeling a bit helpless in her heart.

What to do with a husband who’s too handsome?!

Waylon Lewis wrapped his arms around her and bowed his head, "If you don’t like it, I can reassign her away from you."

"No need," said Hope Williams as she shook her head, "After all, she hasn’t done anything inappropriate, and in this instance, she even saved me. Moving her around just because of this would make us look absurd."

Without Elias Patel, there will be other women. A man of quality will always have admirers.

If Hope Williams counted each one, she’d probably be the first to be miserable.

After all, Waylon loves her and only her, and that’s enough.

Hope Williams’ eyes curved up beautifully.

At noon, after lunch, Waylon Lewis stayed in Hope Williams’ hospital ward to keep her company.

Thomas Hughes brought some documents to the ward.

Hope Williams read a book while Waylon Lewis sat next to her dealing with documents, and Thomas Hughes occasionally bent down to report work matters to Waylon Lewis.

The ward was quiet most of the time.

Hope Williams leaned on the hospital bed, and with a glance at Waylon Lewis, she put down the book and quietly watched the man who was absorbed in his work.

His features were deep and perfect, exquisitely handsome; he was clad in a clean black shirt, his well-defined fingers held a pen, his eyes lowered, skimming over the documents in front of him.

Serious, focused, an indescribable charm emanating from the silence.

Hope Williams’ eyes twinkled.

It was only too normal for such a man to be heart-stirring.

After watching Waylon Lewis for a while, Hope Williams leaned back on the soft pillow, feeling a bit sleepy.

Waylon Lewis was always aware of Hope Williams, occasionally glancing at her, and when he saw her close her eyes to sleep, he stood up and went to cover her with a blanket.

"Knock, knock."

Two knocks at the door.

Hope Williams had not fallen deeply asleep and instinctively opened her eyes upon hearing the knocking.

Waylon Lewis’s brow furrowed, wondering who would come knocking at this time.

"Who?" Hope Williams asked.

Waylon Lewis comforted her, "You continue sleeping."

Then he ordered Thomas Hughes to open the door.

The visitors were Noah Carter and Leo Carter.

The two stood at the door, Noah Carter nodded slightly, "We came to see Little Hope."

Hearing the noise at the door, Hope Williams sat up, and there was a hint of surprise in her eyes when she saw Noah Carter and Leo Carter.

"Mr. Carter, Young Master Carter?"

How did they know she was hospitalized here?

Seeing the puzzled look on Hope Williams’ face, Waylon Lewis explained, "After you were taken to the resuscitation room, the hospital blood bank didn’t have enough blood, and it was Mr. Carter who donated blood."

"So that’s it, thank you Mr. Carter..."

Hoping Williams looked at Noah Carter, only to find him staring at her absent-minded, as if trying to see a flower on her face.

Hope Williams raised her eyebrows slightly, "Mr. Carter?"

Waylon Lewis frowned. Although this man had saved Hope Williams, he was extremely displeased with the way he was staring at her now.

Leo Carter also noticed Noah Carter’s strange behavior, and patting Noah Carter, he reminded, "Dad, what’s wrong?"

It took a moment for Noah Carter to snap back to reality, with an indecipherable emotion in the depths of his eyes.

"It’s nothing."

Ever since the blood donation last night, Leo Carter had noticed that Noah Carter had often been lost in thought; it wasn’t the first time.

Noah Carter looked at Hope Williams and asked with full concern, "Are you feeling better from your injury?"

Hope Williams nodded, "Much better, thank you for your concern."

Noah Carter nodded, the smile on his face kind, "That’s good."

Noah Carter continued, "We came to see you, but didn’t know what you liked, so we bought you a bouquet of flowers, hoping you would like them."

Noah Carter turned around to take the flowers from Leo Carter’s hand and presented them to Hope Williams.

Hope Williams was taken aback.

Thomas Hughes inwardly sweated, his eyes nervously shifting towards his own boss.

What did Mr. Carter mean by giving roses?

Waylon Lewis’ lips tightened, and his face darkened instantly, a dangerous aura permeating the hospital room.

Dead silence filled the room.

Thomas Hughes shrugged his shoulders, silently stepping back a few paces.

Noah Carter frowned and looked back at his son.

Why did he buy a bouquet of roses?

Leo Carter started explaining, "I didn’t know what flowers she would like, the florist said girls like roses, so I bought those."

Seeing the awkward situation, Hope Williams quickly nodded and said thanks.

Noah Carter didn’t care much about the type of flowers, and sat down on the chair beside Hope Williams’ hospital bed, asking many questions.

About how she had been over the years, about how she and her mother lived after leaving the Williams Family...

Hoping Williams looked at Noah Carter, facing this sudden show of concern, she felt completely baffled.

In the end, Noah Carter looked at Hope Williams with eyes full of regret, murmuring to himself, "If only I had known earlier."

He spoke so softly that Hope Williams didn’t hear it clearly.

"Mr. Carter, what did you say?"

Noah Carter shook his head, "It’s nothing."

After saying that, Noah Carter stood up, "It’s getting late, you should rest well, we’ll be leaving now."

Hope Williams, "Okay, take care."

As the two left the hospital room, Leo Carter couldn’t help asking, "Dad, what exactly is going on?"

"What’s going on?"

"Why are you so concerned about Hope Williams?"

Noah Carter didn’t say much, "You’ll find out in a few days."

The DNA test takes three days, and the answer will be available soon, but Noah Carter had a lingering feeling that Hope Williams and Luna Williams were indeed the children of him and Maya Williams.

If that’s the case, there might be hope for Luna.

"Let’s go, let’s see how Luna is doing."

Luna Williams has yet to wake up.

Jade Bell stood outside the intensive care unit with red-rimmed eyes, looking at Luna Williams inside, covering her mouth and weeping silently.

"Doctor, when can she wake up?"