She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 283: Teaching You How to Behave

"Really? How is the child?" Alitzel Williams was both excited and frightened, not knowing what kind of expression to wear.

Hope Williams suffered such a serious injury, what about the child? Could it be that the child...

Alitzel Williams looked worried and didn’t dare to think further. She turned to Waylon Lewis, and seeing that he didn’t speak, she raised her voice and asked, "Come on, say something, you’re killing me here."

"The child has been saved for now," Waylon Lewis said somberly, his eyes on Hope revealing a mix of distress and guilt.

"What do you mean by ’for now’?"

Waylon Lewis replied, "There are signs of a miscarriage."

"Did the doctor prescribe medication for saving the pregnancy?"

"Yes," Alitzel answered whatever questions Waylon posed, never averting his gaze.

Waylon Lewis wasn’t happy because Hope was pregnant; instead, he was even more worried. Hope was now injured and had suffered from shock and fright. Currently, for the sake of the fetus, the doctors dared not prescribe oral medication to Hope, but if her injuries led to a fever, it would be very troublesome.

Thus Waylon Lewis was very concerned, holding Hope’s hand and kissing it repeatedly.

Alitzel Williams opened her mouth, wanting to ask more, but she was also worried about upsetting Waylon Lewis, who was already suffering enough.

With pursed lips, Alitzel looked towards the two little ones, unnaturally quiet at the side, her heart ached unbearably. She crouched down next to them, choosing her words carefully, and said in a very gentle voice, "Luke, Willow, why don’t you go home with grandma first? Let your dad stay here with your mom. Your mom will be fine."

Luke and Willow’s eyes were fixed on Hope, visibly anxious to wait for her to wake up.

Alitzel observed the identical expressions on the faces of the father and two children, sighed deeply, and reluctantly let them be.

"Let’s go." She tugged at Christopher Lewis, signaling him to leave, to give them some private space.

Christopher gazed deeply at Waylon, seeing the full extent of his concern.

Alitzel took three steps and looked back as she walked out, unable to resist reminding him, "Waylon, you’re injured too, you need to take care to rest more, or Hope will be upset when she wakes up."

Waylon Lewis had no response.

Alitzel could only leave helplessly.

Aria Richardson ran up, according to the hospital room number Wyatt Lewis had sent her, and immediately pushed the door open to enter.

"Wait, don’t go in yet," Wyatt Lewis, leaning against the wall, hurriedly stepped forward to stop Aria.

"Why not? How is Hope doing? Is her injury severe? Has she woken up? What did the doctor say?" Aria asked anxiously.

A flurry of questions left Wyatt unsure of which to answer first.

"Sister-in-law hasn’t woken up yet, she’s quite seriously injured. The doctor said she needs to rest quietly, and my brother’s here accompanying her."

"How could this have happened?"

"I’m not really..." clear!

Waylon hadn’t told him the details, and seeing the look on his brother’s face, Wyatt didn’t dare to ask.

"Damn it, is it those bitches from the Fuller Family again?" Aria gritted her teeth, her questioning voice full of anger.

Wyatt was startled, taken aback. What’s with this woman’s wrathful appearance, as if she’s ready to tear someone apart?

He hadn’t said anything yet...

"It must be those two bitches hurting Hope again! I’m going to slaughter them."

Willow turned her head and strode away with her bag in hand.

Wyatt Lewis was shocked and then shocked again. That woman was fierce! She walked as if her high heels were made for flying.

Hey, wait! Who was she going to find?

Damn.

Wyatt Lewis hurried after her.

The Fuller Family was not someone Willow could afford to provoke, and with the way that woman handled things, it was uncertain whether she would tear those two Fuller sisters apart.

In the Fuller Family residence, Vivia Fuller couldn’t believe what she was hearing as she got up from the sofa, "Hope Williams isn’t dead? Are you all incompetent? I sent so many of you, and you still couldn’t kill her?"

The leader, named Robert Faye, dragged his battered body back to report, "Liam Cloud alone was enough to exhaust most of our men, and then Waylon Lewis came and rescued her."

"How is that possible? How did Brother Waylon find out? Besides, wasn’t this operation supposed to be carried out in secret? How did Waylon Lewis find out?"

Vivia Fuller was fuming with anger; her eyes and heart filled with resentment that Hope Williams was still alive.

"We were indeed very cautious during the operation, but I have no idea how Waylon Lewis got the information and stormed in."

Old Master Fuller furrowed his brows and sat on the sofa, "Was your identity exposed?"

"No, absolutely not. All of our disguises, including our weapons, were identical to the Lewis Family’s. Even if he found out we weren’t from the Lewis Family, he couldn’t possibly know our identities." Robert Faye was certain of that.

"What do we do now, grandfather?" Vivia Fuller looked at Old Master Fuller anxiously.

Old Master Fuller took out a cigar, lit it, leaned back, and squinted his eyes, "No harm done, just a woman who got away. What does it matter? What about Liam Cloud?"

"Following your instructions, we only severely injured Liam Cloud, and in the end, he was taken away by Isaiah Lewis’s people."

Old Master Fuller’s lips curled in a satisfied smirk, "Hmm."

"Grandfather, you...," Mia Fuller had heard all their conversation from the top of the stairs.

"Mia," Old Master Fuller was not surprised and just gave a look to Robert Faye, signaling him to leave.

"Grandfather, what have you done? Who is Liam Cloud? And what about Hope Williams and Brother Waylon? What are you talking about?" Mia Fuller walked over and sat beside Old Master Fuller, dutifully filling his tea cup and curiously looking up at him.

Old Master Fuller took the tea from Mia Fuller and smiled calmly, "This has nothing to do with you; you don’t need to ask further."

"I just heard you talking about Hope Williams. How is she? Is she dead?" Mia Fuller dreamt of Hope Williams’s death.

"No, she managed to escape," replied Vivia Fuller with a cold tone, visibly annoyed.

Mia Fuller let out a dissatisfied sigh, "That bitch really has nine lives."

"Vivia Fuller, Mia Fuller, get out here," Aria Richardson drove into the Fuller residence and shouted at the doorstep.

"My dear lady, can you let me finish talking, please?" Wyatt Lewis followed beside Aria Richardson with a helpless expression.

Aria Richardson pushed Wyatt Lewis away impatiently, "Stay away from me. Hope must have been harmed by these two bitches; these two together are a scheming pair who have tried to harm Hope so many times. I won’t believe anyone else was responsible."

"You two, get out here!" The rampaging Aria Richardson couldn’t be stopped by Wyatt Lewis, no matter how much he tried to persuade her.

"Who’s causing a commotion outside?" Vivia Fuller and Mia Fuller came out, standing on the steps with a look of disgust at Aria Richardson, "Aria Richardson? What are you going crazy about at the doorstep of the Fuller’s?"

Aria Richardson’s eyes flashed with a cold light. She rolled up her sleeves, yanked off her high heels, handed her bag to Wyatt Lewis, and charged like a crazed lioness.

"You two bitches, get down here!" Aria Richardson rushed up and grabbed each of the women by the hair, "Up to trouble again, huh? Let’s see how ’Mommy’ teaches you a lesson today."