She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 72 - : How Many Months Pregnant?

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: How Many Months Pregnant?

Hope Williams looked at Waylon Lewis with a pair of bewildered and tense eyes.

Waylon Lewis was frowning tightly.

“How would I know? Wyatt has already told me everything, what else do you want to hide? What? Does my knowing ruin your plans?”

Hope Williams’s neat eyebrows knit together tightly, her heart sinking inch by inch. At this moment, her hands were clenched tight, fearful that Alitzel Williams would demand that she return Luke and Willow to the Lewis Family.

Hope Williams was so nervous that she even held her breath.

Alitzel Williams was so angry that she fixed her gaze on Hope’s abdomen and asked, “How many months? Why don’t you look pregnant yet?”

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Pregnant?!

A strong surprise flashed through Hope Williams’s anxious eyes, and she subconsciously raised her hand to cover her stomach, “Are you saying… I’m pregnant?”

“You’re still pretending?” Alitzel Williams said irritably.

Hope blinked, and aside from the shock, the tension eased slightly without showing on her face.

As long as she hadn’t discovered Luke and Willow, that was good.

As for being pregnant.

Hope Williams had no idea where she’d heard that from.

So her anger stemmed from thinking she was pregnant and wanting to use the child to force the Lewis Family to accept her again?

Hope Williams laughed bitterly, feeling more wronged than Dou E herself.

Waylon Lewis raised his deep ink-like eyebrows, the same surprised expression flickering across his eyes.

At that moment, his gaze drifted past and noticed Wyatt Lewis, who only dared to show half of his head from behind.

His eyes darkened as he realized.

Noticing that Waylon Lewis’s gaze was sweeping toward him and meeting his eyes, Wyatt Lewis almost knelt down on the spot to apologize.

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It’s over, it’s over, his brother must have realized that he had let something slip.

Waylon Lewis indifferently withdrew his glance, a layer of indignation hidden between his brows, and said coldly, “Come out.”

Wyatt Lewis felt very sad.

He had to muster the courage to come out from the corner; he would suffer terribly, but not coming out and being caught would be even worse.

Wyatt Lewis quickly dashed to stand to the right of Hope Williams, using her as a shield between himself and Waylon Lewis, but he still couldn’t block the piercing chill coming his way.

Sister-in-law, protect me! Sister-in-law, save me!

Waylon Lewis glanced at him indifferently, that ice-cold look clearly meant, “We’ll settle this later.”

“Explain.”

Hope Williams seemed to realize something as well and shifted her puzzled gaze toward Wyatt Lewis.

That questioning look suddenly made Wyatt Lewis feel immense pressure.

“What are you making Wyatt say? I’m asking you both what’s the deal with this pregnancy,” Alitzel Williams pressed, seeing the three of them silent, each waiting for someone else to explain in a panic.

“I’m not pregnant. As for where you heard the news of my pregnancy, you should ask that person,” Hope Williams said with a helpless sigh, getting straight to the point.

“What do you mean?” Alitzel Williams turned her attention to Wyatt Lewis, “Is she pregnant or not?”

“…Mom, I was just joking with you earlier. I didn’t expect you to believe it…” Wyatt Lewis’s voice got softer and softer, guilt-ridden. If his mother inquired further, how could he respond?

“So, she’s not pregnant at all?”

Wyatt Lewis kept his head down, nodding repeatedly. Alitzel Williams was furious, completely exasperated with her two sons.

“I think you’re trying to kill me.”

Standing to the side, Joy Ward, who had been listening in terror for a long while, finally relaxed upon hearing this outcome. She eased her expression and walked gently to Alitzel Williams’s side, patting her back to soothe her, “Auntie, don’t be angry. The second young master was just joking with you; it’s not good for your health to get upset.”

Joy Ward’s words made Alitzel Williams feel even more guilty.

Indeed, she had thought that if Hope was really pregnant and things had truly come to this point… She would have had to apologize to Joy Ward and reluctantly accept Hope back into the Lewis Family.

No matter how much she resented Hope for her tricks, it was her son who couldn’t resist temptation and got her pregnant. Matters of men and women require two hands to clap; it’s impossible for her not to hold Waylon Lewis responsible.

Being a woman herself, she couldn’t bear to have Hope, a young lady, pregnant and alone in the world.

Of course, the most important thing was that for a top-tier family like the Lewis’s, who place the highest value on heirs, there was no way they would allow the child of the Family Head’s son to be cast out.

Now that she heard there was no child, Alitzel Williams was relieved and looked at Joy Ward with even more compassion,

“Joy, I’m sorry you had to see that, please don’t misunderstand, they were just joking…”

Joy Ward silently shook her head, her dignified silence painting a vivid picture of resignation and grievance.

After a pause, she spoke up, “It’s alright, Auntie, it was just a misunderstanding, it’s good we’ve cleared it up… I know Waylon’s character, and I won’t misunderstand him.”

Alitzel Williams patted Joy Ward’s hand, which was wrapped around her own, her eyes brimming with emotion.

Joy Ward hesitated for a moment, let out a troubled sigh, and still spoke up, “But after all, Miss Williams, you and Waylon have been divorced for many years, always seeking him out, clinging to him… I feel that it’s not good…”

Alitzel Williams nodded, fully agreeing with her; she thought Joy Ward was absolutely right.

Hope Williams’s eyes flashed with coldness. Joy Ward’s insinuations suggested she was shamelessly clinging to Waylon Lewis. How could she not understand?

She pursed her lips and continued, “So, Miss Williams, to avoid any similar misunderstandings in the future, please have some self-respect and keep your distance from Waylon, okay?”

“Joy Ward!” Waylon Lewis’s voice rose, cold and deep, his icy gaze sweeping over Joy Ward with plenty of warning and displeasure.

Joy Ward’s smile stiffened, but she continued, “Sorry, Waylon, I didn’t mean anything by it, just a friendly reminder…”

“No need,” said Waylon Lewis coldly, “She has never sought me out or clung to me. If there was any clinging, it was me seeking her out and clinging to her.”