She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 271 - Dont You Want Me Anymore

Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Don’t You Want Me Anymore?

Vivia Fuller nodded reluctantly, a smile hidden in her heart.

Alitzel Williams shot Vivia a disdainful look. How shameless, she thought, her son is already married, and she is still clinging to him.

“Auntie…”

Alitzel Williams turned her head and walked away.

Being treated coldly by Alitzel Williams, Vivia looked at Christopher Lewis with teary eyes.

Christopher gritted his teeth and sighed, “Don’t mind her, she’s always like this.”

Vivia pursed her lips, “Miss Williams has said some baseless things to Auntie, and it’s understandable that she has misunderstood me.”

Christopher raised his eyebrows.

Waylon Lewis woke up the next day. When he opened his eyes, he murmured, “Hope Williams.”

Seeing this, Vivia Fuller approached with a look of surprise on her face. “Brother Waylon, you’re awake?”

Waylon’s deep gaze swept the hospital room, but he didn’t see the figure he wanted to see, and a strong sense of disappointment appeared in his eyes.

Seeing Waylon searching for Hope, Vivia immediately felt irritated.

She was right in front of him, yet he couldn’t see any good in her. His heart and eyes were full of Hope.

What was so good about Hope, that she was the first person he thought of when he opened his eyes?

Vivia’s eyes started to turn red with anger.

Seeing Waylon trying to get up, she suppressed her emotions and quickly went over to stop him, “Brother Waylon, you still have injuries, don’t move, just stay in bed.”

“Where is Hope Williams?” Waylon asked in a husky, deep voice, ignoring Vivia’s efforts to stop him.

Vivia’s eyes shifted quickly, and she immediately responded, “I don’t know. I haven’t seen Miss Williams since your car accident, maybe she is busy with something important.”

“Has she not visited?”

Waylon frowned tightly and gave Vivia a cold glance as he pulled his arm back from her grip.

Vivia’s forehead creased slightly, and she shook her head, “I didn’t see her coming.”

A wave of disappointment crossed Waylon’s dark eyes.

She must still be mad at him.

That’s why she didn’t want to see him.

Watching Waylon’s disappointed face, Vivia seized the moment to continue probing, “Brother Waylon, did you and Miss Williams have a fight? The situation was very critical the day you had the accident. Your parents wanted Miss Williams to perform the surgery, but she refused.”

Waylon looked down.

She refused to perform surgery on him.

Was she going to leave again? Did she not want him anymore?

He must have hurt her badly; she must be so disappointed in him.

Seeing no reaction from Waylon, Vivia felt uneasy inside.

She wondered if he believed her.

Waylon, struggling, got up, pulled out the needles from his hand, and winced at the pain from the wound on his chest but still forced himself out of bed.

“Brother Waylon, what are you doing? You still have injuries, you shouldn’t get out of bed.”

Waylon held his chest and merely glanced at her sideways, his gaze moving directly to the door. His lips were tightly pressed, and his expression was cold.

Vivia’s outstretched hand suddenly froze mid-air.

The thought of him going to look for Hope Williams made her both angry and scared.

Waylon moved to open the door, and Vivia gritted her teeth and stepped forward to block his way, “Brother Waylon, are you going to look for Hope Williams? Wake up, she doesn’t love you. At the brink of death, she refused to perform surgery on you. While you were unconscious, she never came to visit you. She doesn’t care about you.

Can’t you see me? We grew up together; you know my feelings for you. Just look at me, please look at me?”

Vivia Fuller gazed at Waylon Lewis with deep affection.

It was clear how wonderful she was, yet why could he never see that when she was in front of him?

Waylon Lewis’s expression suddenly turned cold, his dark pupils flickering with endless chill.

“Get lost.”

Vivia’s body trembled slightly, she forcibly tugged at the corners of her mouth, looking at Waylon, on the verge of crying from anger.

“What is so good about that woman, Hope Williams? Do you love her that much? Even though she doesn’t love you.”

“Yes, even if she doesn’t love me, I would still choose her.”

His gaze lowered, he swept a heavy look at her.

Vivia stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as Waylon walked away from her.

Waylon opened the door and took a few steps outside, then halted, as if struck by a thought. His fingers clenched into a fist, his expression icy cold.

“Your malicious slander against her, I will settle with your Fuller Family. If you see her in the future, steer clear of her. If I find you troubling her again, I will make your Fuller Family pay a hundredfold price.”

“Brother Waylon.”

“Shut up,” Waylon snapped coldly, his icy gaze sharp as daggers.

Vivia clenched her fists, her eyes filled with nothing but panic.

Hope Williams had just dealt with an emergency case with a patient and was about to return to Waylon’s hospital room when the elevator doors opened on the eighteenth floor.

Hope was about to step out when her gaze fell on a group of people near a chair not far away.

Each one was tall and imposing, dressed in black, with an intimidating presence.

And the most striking among them, sitting on a chair, was a man with silver-white hair.

His tall, lean figure lazily leaned on the chair, his bold and unrestrained features deep-set against a high nose bridge and a perfectly shaped side profile.

His head was slightly lowered, playing with a metal lighter in his hand, occasionally sparking bright, warm colors, yet his face remained chillingly cold.

Beside him on the chair was a large bunch of white chrysanthemums.

Such a bizarre pairing made passersby repeatedly look back.

A mafia boss visiting a relative in the hospital with white chrysanthemums?

Hope’s steps involuntarily slowed down, subconsciously wanting to retreat to avoid his gaze.

But his gaze had already fixed directly on her.

Liam Cloud’s eyes slightly narrowed. “Where are you going?”

His magnetic, slightly displeased voice sounded.

Hope stopped in her tracks and sighed.

He stood up and walked towards her, not looking away.

“Hope Williams.”

The low, familiar voice approached from afar, and Hope immediately turned to look, seeing Waylon approaching her. He was dressed in hospital attire with a black coat over it; his face still slightly pale, yet his noble demeanor was unmistakable.

Hope immediately walked towards him, reaching out to grab his hand with a worried expression, “Why are you out? Your wounds haven’t fully healed yet. I’ll take you back.”

Waylon didn’t let her, instead, he used some strength to pull her closer by the waist, his dark eyes intently looking at her, his affection unmistakable, “Don’t you want me anymore?”

His hoarse voice carried a full sense of loss, the cautious tone sounding particularly pitiful.

The moment this question was asked, Hope’s heart ached sharply, immediately softening, her eyes couldn’t help but redden, “What nonsense, how could I not want you?”

“Really?”

Hope gave a helpless smile, was he doubting her words or doubting himself, “Really.” Hope gave him a truthful answer.