She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 552: Ascending to the Throne

Hope Williams’ eyebrows twitched fiercely.

The next moment, Liam Cloud was blocked by Waylon Lewis.

Waylon Lewis, already in a bad mood, was even more annoyed at this moment. In a low and husky voice, he spoke harshly, "What are you here for?"

"To visit the sick! Surely I’m not here to see the doctor for myself," Liam Cloud spoke with a tone neither light nor heavy, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint smile, "Excuse me, don’t block the way."

Waylon Lewis ground his molars.

One after another, they all come to give his wife roses.

An eyesore.

Quite an eyesore.

"Thomas Hughes."

"Boss, I’m here," Thomas Hughes’ voice was trembling.

"Go buy all the roses in the city for me."

Thomas Hughes choked, "...Yes."

This damn competitive desire.

Hope Williams’ eyelids twitched fiercely, her delicate face unsure what expression to make at this moment.

Liam Cloud, completely ignoring Waylon Lewis’ fury, stepped forward and handed the flowers to Hope Williams.

Hope Williams was in a dilemma over whether to accept or refuse.

Liam Cloud raised an eyebrow, "The florist said all girls like roses, don’t you?"

Hope Williams coughed lightly, stiffly raised her hand, but then pulled her shoulder wound and withdrew it back.

Liam Cloud noticed, withdrew his hand, looked around, and seeing no place on the table, he simply stuffed the flowers into Waylon Lewis’ embrace.

Waylon Lewis was crammed full of a large bouquet of roses.

The overwhelming scent of the flowers... stinks to high heaven!

Waylon Lewis, with a look of disgust, tossed the flowers to Thomas Hughes.

Thomas Hughes felt the hospital room was filled with the scent of roses and an extremely terrifying, eerie atmosphere.

Hope Williams secretly watched Waylon Lewis’ face turning smoke-black, couldn’t hold back, and her lips curled upwards.

Liam Cloud helped himself to a recliner and sat down.

Waylon Lewis pressed his thin lips into a line, sitting at the bedside next to Hope Williams, his gaze ghostly as he stared at Liam Cloud.

Liam Cloud’s cool lips curled up slightly, "Childish."

"Not as much as you."

Waylon Lewis really wanted to throw him out the window.

Liam Cloud raised an eyebrow and looked at Hope Williams, "Can you hang in there?"

Hope Williams, "..."

Is this how people visit the sick?

"...Not going to die."

Liam Cloud drew a faint smile, "If you want to deal with those Linfeng Mian people, feel free to. I was negligent this time, didn’t manage my subordinates well. Do you want to hit me a few times to vent?"

"Thomas Hughes, go find a whip," said Waylon Lewis coldly.

Liam Cloud squinted his eyes at him, "Did I say you could hit me?"

"My wife is injured and it’s inconvenient for her," Waylon Lewis said earnestly, "I am willing to do the honors and ’reward’ you with a whipping."

"You try it."

"Thomas Hughes, why haven’t you gone to get the whip yet?"

Thomas Hughes was standing at a loss, looking to Hope Williams for help.

Only to find that the woman was leaning against the pillow, a banana somehow in her hand, eating leisurely.

She was clearly in the mood for watching a good show.

Having not heard Hope Williams speak, both men also sensed something was off and tacitly looked over at her.

Hope Williams’ clear and pretty eyes sparkled, her demeanor focused and serious.

Seeing them stop, Hope Williams raised her hand, "Don’t stop, keep going, I love to watch."

Both men, capable of making their subordinates tremble with a single glance in their own domains, start to bicker as soon as they meet, which is more exciting than watching a TV drama.

"Why don’t the two of you become brothers? The days would definitely be more exciting than now," suggested Hope Williams, her eyebrows raised, her smile unwavering.

Waylon Lewis’ head filled with black lines, "No, I’m not happy to accept him as a little brother."

Hope Williams’ brows twitched.

Liam Cloud pulled at his lips, rolled his eyes at Waylon Lewis, "Little brother? Shouldn’t that be exclusive to you?"

Hope Williams couldn’t help but laugh with a snort.

Both of them probably realized how childish their squabbling was and shut their mouths.

"Maverick Williams is in prison and likely won’t ever get out in his lifetime. Has his throne been passed down to you?" Returning to the matter at hand, Liam Cloud asked indifferently.

"I’m not interested in his throne."

Liam Cloud propped up his head and clicked his tongue twice, "The Williams Family has massive wealth and property; in the end, it’s probable it will all fall into Ted William’s hands. That old man must be furious.

Hehe, rather than that, someone should go tell him. By this time next year, we could be paying respects at his grave."

Liam Cloud was speaking in a lazy and casual manner, with a hint of cold humor in his eyes.

"That’s pretty ruthless," Waylon Lewis said coldly.

"It takes one to know one."

Hope Williams shook her head, "Maverick Williams had always guarded against Ted Williams; the corporation won’t easily fall into his hands."

"Looks like the drama within the Williams family isn’t over yet."

As long as the heir isn’t determined, there will be no peace.

Even if it’s settled, as long as it’s not Ted Williams, he will never give up.

"Be careful, you’re a thorn in their side."

Liam Cloud’s voice was always laced with a lazy rascality, seemingly carefree, but serious when it mattered.

After finishing, Liam Cloud stood up, "Alright, you seem to be fine. Just remember to be careful."

"Yeah, I know."

"I’m off." Liam Cloud waved nonchalantly and, with one hand in his pocket, sauntered out.

Hope Williams took Liam Cloud’s words to heart; after all, she was very wary of the Williams family too.

For three days straight, Waylon Lewis stayed by Hope Williams’ side without leaving.

Hope Williams read books while he worked, and Luke and Willow often came over, their lively presence ensuring that Hope Williams never felt bored.

Hope Williams also visited the patriarch. Knowing she was largely unharmed, he was greatly relieved, and his complexion improved over the days.

Every day, Alitzel Williams made different nutritious soups for Hope Williams.

Recently, Hope Williams had a poor appetite, but Alitzel Williams kept a close eye on her, coaxing her to drink the soups. Not wanting to let down Alitzel Williams’ kindness, Hope Williams forced herself to drink quite a bit.

Today, as usual at noon, Alitzel Williams had the servants bring several types of soups and porridges to the table, filling it completely.

"Little Hope, which one would you like today? I’m afraid you might get tired of the same ones, so these are a few you haven’t tried before. Mom had them specifically prepared; give them a taste," Alitzel said.

Feeling warmed by the gesture, Hope Williams picked up the soup closest to her, "Then I’ll have this one. Thank you, Mom."

"Oh my, you silly girl, there’s no need for thanks. You are our family’s treasure; this is what we should do," Alitzel responded.

Wyatt Lewis swallowed his saliva, "Mom, what about mine?"

Alitzel Williams glanced at him, "You want some too?"

Wyatt Lewis’ eyes lit up.

A cold splash of reality hit him, "Go make it yourself."

Wyatt Lewis really felt like he was someone they had picked up from a trash can.

...

On Luna Williams’ side, after being unconscious for several days and with the doctor’s constant vigilance, her condition finally showed signs of improvement, and she woke up groggily today.

Jade Bell was right there feeding her medicine.

Luna Williams’ complexion was sallow, ravaged by illness to the point of being unrecognizable.

Jade Bell looked at Luna Williams’ state with a heart full of distress.

"Grandma... Where’s grandpa?" she inquired in a whisper so frail it could hardly be heard.

When Maverick Williams was mentioned, Jade Bell grew even more heartsick and, holding Luna’s hand, said, "Your grandpa is in prison... "

Luna Williams, groggy from sickness, then remembered that terrifying night when Maverick Williams, to protect her, went to jail in her stead.

Thinking of this, Luna Williams’ eyes brimmed with hatred. Grandpa... was imprisoned because of her, no, because of Hope Williams...

Because of Hope Williams, she had caused her grandpa to be jailed...

She hated, hated that she couldn’t do anything.

She could clearly sense her body, weakened by disease, succumbing to a feeling of powerlessness.

Luna Williams inhaled sharply, "Am I going to die?"

Even though that was the case, Jade Bell still wanted to deceive her, "No, Luna, let’s not give up hope until the very end, shall we?"

Luna Williams cracked a feeble smile, "Okay."

With hands full of wrinkles, Jade Bell wiped away Luna’s tears, "Don’t cry, don’t cry. There’s still a chance until the very last moment, now drink your medicine."

Jade Bell’s words were perhaps meant more to comfort herself than Luna Williams.

Taking a deep breath, Luna Williams said, "Grandma, let’s go back to City A."

Jade Bell sniffled, "You’re willing to go back?"

"Yes." Luna Williams’ mesmerizing eyes were now hollow as she looked at Jade Bell, "Grandma, before we return to City A, may I see my sister once more?"