She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 75 - : Saving Your Own Life is What Matters Most

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Saving Your Own Life is What Matters Most

Waylon Lewis’s gaze was deep and with a final sigh of resignation, he couldn’t help feel a tightness in his chest as Luke’s words indeed struck a chord, causing him a subtle discomfort.

Hope Williams finished washing up with the two little ones and coaxed them to sleep, “Okay, babies, go to sleep. Mommy has some things to do, but once I’m done, I’ll tell you a bedtime story, okay?”

“Okay, then hurry up, Mommy,” said Luke, as he and Willow hand in hand, scampered off to their room.

Hope Williams’s first order of business upon sitting down on the living room sofa was to make a phone call.

The other party picked up promptly.

“Hi, Director Delacey.”

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“Hey Cynthia, it’s been a while since I heard from you. How have things been since you returned home? Are you adjusting well? And how about your ex-husband? How are the two little treasures? Oh my, I haven’t seen you guys in so long; I miss you terribly,” came the fluent English of the middle-aged woman on the other end.

Hope Williams smiled and conversed in English too, “Don’t worry, although there are some troubles, everything is being resolved. I believe things will get better.”

“Uh-huh, I trust in your capabilities, of course. But did you call today for a particular reason?” Given Hope Williams’s tendency to work to the point of self-forgetfulness, taking time out of her busy schedule to make a call signified that it must be for something rather important.

“Actually, there is something I need your help with.” Hope Williams explained the situation to Director Delacey briefly, “I know these herbs are quite precious, so I’m not sure if you’d sell me some, but they are critical for my patient.”

“Cynthia, is the patient you’re referring to your ex-husband’s grandfather?” asked Director Delacey, her voice growing heavier.

Hope Williams shook her head, “No, he’s also my grandfather.”

Director Delacey sighed, “Alright Cynthia, I was initially reluctant to give you the herbs just because he was your ex-husband’s grandpa. When you came to y country, you told me you fled your home to protect your children from a husband aiming to harm them. For such a man, it’s not worth it.”

“But hearing you speak like this, Grandpa Lewis seems to be a very good person. Since he has treated you well, I am willing to help him for your sake. Don’t worry, I will have someone send it to you later.”

Hope Williams felt deeply moved, her eyes brimming with tears, “Thank you, Director Delacey.”

“Cynthia, you’re too polite. If it wasn’t for you, I would not have managed that surgery. It was your persistence that gave me a second chance at life. Although I was reluctant to let you go back to your country, I knew it was where your path lay. Cynthia, I will always support your choices.”

Hope Williams’s eyes grew teary, “No one understands me better than you, thank you, Director Delacey.”

After hanging up the phone, Hope Williams took a deep breath, retrieved the director’s account information, and transferred the money. The price of the herb was indeed extravagant, and it was currently scarce in the market. Director Delacey had previously acquired it at an auction.

Unexpectedly, just as Hope Williams put down her phone, the money was sent back the next second along with an offended emoji, “Talking money hurts feelings.”

Hope Williams helplessly massaged her forehead.

Under the bright moonlight, a tall figure at the Lewis family’s old house was sneakily organizing his belongings and slipping into the garage.

Waylon Lewis’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. He stepped forward with large strides toward the figure.

Wyatt Lewis felt that to save his own skin, it was best not to show his face around his brother for a few days. Maybe staying away for a while was a good idea, to keep his brother from getting annoyed at the sight of him. Quite self-aware.

Carrying a change of clothes, Wyatt took his car keys and went to the parking garage.

As his hand reached for the car door, he felt an invisible chill whip across his back and muttered to himself, “The temperature sure is dropping quickly tonight.”

As he was about to sit in the car, his peripheral vision caught a towering figure. Wyatt froze, the cool air behind him growing more intense. Only then did he realize that this was not a simple drop in temperature—it felt more like the Arctic!

“Where are you going?”

The deep, frosty voice of his brother rang out.

Wyatt’s scalp tingled, and his heart raced. Reluctantly, he turned his head incrementally, his exceptionally handsome face splitting into a placating smile, “Brother… to keep out of your way, I was going to stay somewhere else for a few days.”

After all, today he had nearly blown the kids’ cover and unforgivably caused his brother to be slapped, still showing a trace of red on his face.

Maybe his brother was now scheming about which state to send him off to develop.

Waylon Lewis glanced at him and dropped a cold command, “Come to the study.”

With that, the man turned and walked away.

Wyatt slapped his chest, on the verge of tears, deeply shaken, yet not daring to defy his brother. He quickly straightened up and followed obediently.

The study was frigid.

Waylon Lewis leaned back on the couch, a cigarette between his fingers, lips drawing in a puff, then exhaling a long plume of smoke that wreathed his handsome visage, his dark eyes slightly out of focus.

Wyatt stood properly in front of the desk, lifting his eyelids to sneak peeks at Waylon Lewis.

Waylon Lewis’s eyes were downcast, silent, seemingly contemplating something. He had never seen such a look of bewilderment on his typically stern and severe brother’s face.

Wyatt’s brows lifted slightly—perhaps his brother was still considering which state to banish him to—was that the deep thought?

Just then, Waylon Lewis’s low, magnetic voice casually broke the silence, “How was I to Hope Williams before?”

He turned his head, his dark eyes sweeping over Wyatt.

“What?” Wyatt wondered if he had heard wrong.

His brother was asking about his past treatment of Hope Williams?

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Wyatt leaned his face closer to Waylon, “Brother, are you okay?”

“…”

Waylon Lewis glared at him irritably, prompting Wyatt to stand up straight again.

Good, it was confirmed—his brother was alright.

“Ah… Well… This…”