She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 270 - Mind Your Own Business

Chapter 270: Chapter 270 Mind Your Own Business

“Chairman Lewis, what are you doing?” Director Woods hurried over with a few doctors to help Hope Williams up.

A dense tingling sensation spread across her face, and with her vision blurring and doubling, Hope Williams only felt her head heavy with dizziness.

She knew it was a sign of extreme fatigue.

“Hope?”

“Is Director Williams all right?”

“Director, are you okay? You should rest for a bit.”

As medical professionals, they all recognized the anomaly in Hope Williams; anyone would be exhausted after several consecutive surgeries.

They all admired Hope Williams, and Christopher Lewis’s slap had angered them. No matter what, it wasn’t acceptable to hit someone just like that.

Especially since Hope Williams hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Let me… let me go see Waylon.” Hope’s voice was faint. She disregarded everything else; her only desire was to see Waylon Lewis, to go into the operating room.

Vivia Fuller stepped forward, directly blocking Hope’s path, and said sarcastically, “Miss Williams, I advise you not to go in now. When you were summoned earlier, you didn’t come. Now, your presence here isn’t needed either, please leave.”

“He is my husband, what right do you have to stop me?”

“So Miss Williams does remember that Brother Waylon is your husband. Yet earlier, you neglected Waylon’s wellbeing for someone else. Did you think about the fact that he’s your husband then?

I think you don’t care about Waylon at all, or else you wouldn’t have done what you did.”

Vivia watched Hope Williams with disdain, her question brimming with righteous indignation.

Guilt filled Hope’s eyes. She knew her decision was a betrayal to Waylon Lewis, but under those circumstances, she couldn’t possibly ignore the life and death situation of a patient.

“What’s wrong? Lost for words? If you have nothing to say, then please leave. Don’t stand here and be an eyesore.”

At that moment, the doors to the emergency room opened, and a doctor came out, taking off his mask.

Hope Williams was the first to rush forward, “How is he?”

“Director Williams, you can relax, the surgery was a success, President Lewis is no longer in danger.”

The heavy weight that had been choking Hope lifted instantly. Her eyelashes trembled nonstop as she bowed her head, tears falling down her face large and fast, unable to speak.

Thank goodness, he was okay.

No one could remain indifferent with their husband in critical condition, but she had her duties, the lives of others mattered too.

Waylon Lewis was taken to the ward, but Hope was stopped by Christopher Lewis, his sinister gaze piercing cold as ice.

“Since you don’t care about Waylon, then you don’t need to cling to him. Leave him; you both must get a divorce.”

Hope hung her head, and after a long silence, she lifted it to ask with a tremble in her cold tone, “On what grounds? By what right? Even if you are his father, have you asked if he agrees? By what right do you make decisions for him?”

Christopher Lewis’s anger surged, “You think you’re worthy of Waylon? Waylon needs a woman of equal standing by his side, and that’s not you. He needs a woman who can support him, not someone like you who only looks out for herself at times of life and death.

Today, when Waylon was in trouble, it was Vivia who stayed by his side. And you, when someone was sent for you, you ignored Waylon completely. We, the Lewis Family, don’t need someone as heartless and disloyal as you. Get out.”

“I won’t leave,” Hope Williams stated directly, ignoring the furious face of Christopher Lewis. She forced a smile, “I’ve said before, if you want a divorce, fine. If you can convince Waylon to personally discuss it with me, if he brings it up, I’ll leave without a moment’s hesitation.

But if you’re unable to do that, then please stop giving me a hard time over and over again.”

“You!” Christopher Lewis raised his hand, pointing angrily at Hope Williams, and scoffed coldly, “When Waylon wakes up and hears about this, I’m sure he’ll be disheartened and see your true colors.”

“That’s enough, don’t say anymore.”

Although Alitzel Williams was furious about Hope’s actions this time, she knew that Waylon Lewis’s biggest wish was to have Hope by his side.

She glanced at Hope indifferently, “Go.”

Hope Williams knew what Alitzel Williams meant and didn’t hesitate for a second before entering the room.

“Alitzel Williams, are you still protecting her? You saw for yourself today how she treated Waylon.”

“Maybe she has her difficulties too.” Alitzel Williams took a deep look at the door to the ward.

In the ward, Vivia Fuller was taking care of Waylon Lewis, who had still not woken up.

Vivia Fuller gazed at Waylon’s handsome face, her eyes shining with light.

This time it seemed even Heaven was helping her, and she didn’t believe that Hope Williams would be able to stay in the Lewis family after this.

She leaned down, her fingers gently caressing Waylon’s cheek, filled with a crazy love, “Brother Waylon, you will be mine soon.”

“Click,” the door opened.

Seeing Hope Williams enter, Vivia Fuller’s gaze turned cold, and she straightened up.

“What are you doing here?”

Hope Williams went straight to Waylon’s side, sparing no extra glance for Vivia Fuller.

“You get out, Brother Waylon doesn’t welcome you here.”

“Has Miss Fuller cleared up her identity? By what right are you telling me to leave?” Hope Williams lifted her hand to adjust Waylon’s IV drip.

“Where do you get the face to stay here, Hope Williams?”

“Is it any of your business?”

“You!”

“Whatever I did wrong is between my husband Waylon and me; is it appropriate for Miss Fuller, a stranger, to meddle over and over again?”

Hope Williams fixed her gaze upon Vivia Fuller, her voice laden with frost.

Vivia Fuller stood in place, shaking with anger, yet unable to utter a word, only able to stare at Hope Williams with eyes like those watching the murderer of her father.

Hope Williams spared her no further attention, focusing all her attention entirely on Waylon Lewis, her expression neutral, but her eyes were full of heartache.

“Hope Williams, one day you will lose to me.”

Vivia Fuller clenched her fists, her carefully manicured nails digging deeply into her flesh.

The moment she turned to leave the room, a look of grievance immediately spread across her face.

This scene happened to catch the eyes of Christopher Lewis and Alitzel Williams at the door.

Vivia Fuller sniffled, wiping away tears with a contrived air of sorrow, performing a series of actions that made her appear full of grievance and stubbornness.

“Vivia, what’s wrong?” Christopher Lewis asked upon seeing Vivia Fuller in this state.

Vivia Fuller bit her lip, shaking her head as she looked down, “It’s nothing, Uncle.”

“Did Hope Williams give you a hard time again?”

Vivia Fuller still kept her head down, her lower lip tightly bitten, showing a world of grievance.

“What exactly happened?”

“I was worried about Brother Waylon and wanted to stay to care for him, but Miss Williams said I have no right to stay and chased me out. I…” Vivia Fuller teared up as if on the verge of crying, “But I’m really worried for Brother Waylon… Ah, forget it. Since Miss Williams doesn’t like me here, I’ll just leave. I won’t be in her way anymore.”

The more Christopher Lewis listened, the more his brows furrowed, “Don’t you leave. If anyone is going to leave, it should be her, not you.”

“But Uncle, what if Miss Williams…” Vivia Fuller appeared very troubled as she lowered her head.

“Since when does she call the shots in our Lewis family? You stay; don’t mind her.”