She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 293: You’re Not Welcome

She wore a floppily large and fuzzy hat, hung her head low, pressed her lips tightly together, and her tears fell unrestrained—it was like looking at a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering, truly heart-wrenching.

Waylon Lewis just wanted to hold her tight, to comfort her, and at this moment, regardless of the crowd around them, he bent over and directly pulled the woman into his arms under everyone’s gaze.

Hope Williams’s sobbing came intermittently.

It might have been because of pregnancy, but her emotions were incredibly sensitive now, exceptionally fragile, so that the emotions near her heart rose tumultuously with hardly a warning, reddening her eyes, her tears falling at a word.

Waylon Lewis gently patted her back to comfort her, she didn’t speak, and Waylon Lewis didn’t talk either, the two simply held each other, he let her vent her emotions.

After a good while, her weak voice finally came through.

"Waylon Lewis... I feel so useless, I caused Aaron Ruiz’s death, and nearly lost the baby to a miscarriage, and now I can’t even get on the operating table... I’m really not doing well, not even a little bit.

Today, I had several surgeries scheduled, but I couldn’t attend them. I had promised one of my patients that day that I would help her get better, but now I can’t even perform surgery. I feel so powerless."

Her voice trembled slightly, helplessness, guilt, conflict, struggle... these complex emotions enveloped her, suffocating her.

Emotions welled up in the depths of Waylon Lewis’s eyes. Hope Williams’s nature had always been strong; aside from the time Willow had an accident, this was the first time he had seen her lose control of her emotions to such an extent.

His heart hurt so much it felt like it could break.

"Hope Williams, look at me,"

Waylon Lewis gently supported her trembling shoulders.

Hope Williams stepped out of his embrace, pursed her lips, and with her reddened eyes looked at him, so close the two of them were, eyes filled with too many emotions.

"None of this is your fault. You are also a victim. You did everything you could, and you were very brave at the time. I’ve arranged for the girl you saved to be properly buried. She probably wouldn’t want to see you like this."

Waylon Lewis quietly gazed at her, his comforting voice filled with tenderness.

"As for your work, I know you are very concerned about it, but I am also very worried about you, and about our baby. So, I’m sorry Hope, but for the next year, I won’t allow you to spend most of your time on work as you used to."

Waylon Lewis said softly, sighing lightly, paused for a moment, saw a faint light in the depths of Hope Williams’s eyes, and reached out to wipe away her tears.

"But... once you’ve healed a bit more in some time, you can continue to consult at the hospital. But surgery won’t be possible, you won’t be able to handle the long hours. This is the biggest compromise I can make between you and your work. Is that okay?"

Waylon Lewis looked at Hope Williams, compromising with her.

"Really?" Hope Williams’s tear-filled red eyes brightened as she stared at Waylon Lewis.

"Mhmm, although it might not be right and goes against the doctor’s advice just now, I still want you to be happy."

A faint, helpless light flashed in Waylon Lewis’s dark eyes. There was nothing he could do, seeing her so heartbroken was nearly shattering for him.

He leaned over and lightly kissed her lips, his dark eyes filled with affection for her.

"No more crying, you’ve cried yourself into a little tabby cat. Shall we go back now or out to get some sunshine?"

Hope Williams pursed her lips, "Let’s go back first, I want to rest."

"As you wish."

Alitzel Williams and Christopher Lewis were sitting on the couch in Hope Williams’s hospital room, with Luke and Willow.

Luke and Willow looked at the door from time to time, eagerly waiting for Hope Williams to return, concern hardly concealed in their big eyes.

"Has Mommy not finished her check-up yet?" Luke asked worriedly, "It’s been a long time."

"It should be soon," Alitzel Williams said, sharing the two children’s longing looks, she also started to worry.

"Willow, do you want some grapes?" Christopher Lewis had never seen the two little ones talk to him, acting as if they didn’t recognize their grandfather, which worried Christopher. He picked up a grape from the fruit plate and offered it to Willow.

Willow looked up at him with a fierce glare, turned her head away, and ignored him.

Christopher was taken aback, holding the grape somewhat awkwardly, then looked at Luke, "Luke?"

Luke just glanced back at him, pouting his little face immediately turned away again.

A face that clearly said, "Don’t bother me."

Christopher was even more puzzled, his brow furrowing.

"This..."

Alitzel Williams unexpectedly turned back, casting a disdainful eye on an embarrassed Christopher, rolled her eyes ungraciously, "Serves you right."

"You!" Christopher pressed his lips together, suddenly feeling like an outsider among them.

What had he done wrong to deserve their "disgust"?

Waylon Lewis returned with Hope Williams in tow.

"Mommy, how are you?" Luke and Willow rushed up quickly.

Hope Williams tugged gently at her lips, looking at Luke and Willow, wanting to hug them, but she couldn’t at the moment. It would pull at her wound, so she could only gently touch their cheeks and said, "Mommy is fine."

"What did the doctor say?" Alitzel Williams asked anxiously.

"It’s nothing serious, just needs good rest." Waylon responded briefly as he carefully lifted Hope back onto the bed.

"That’s good, that’s good. It’s great that the baby in Hope’s belly is fine," Alitzel said, clasping her hands together and breathing a sigh of relief.

Waylon and Hope had just come in and hadn’t had the chance to close the door when the two people who were just about to enter froze in place.

Hope Williams! Pregnant.

Vivia Fuller’s hand tightened around the bouquet she was holding, the rustling of the wrapping paper catching the attention of everyone in the room.

"Vivia, Mia?" Alitzel looked at the two people at the door, her brows instantly furrowing.

"What are you two troublemakers here for?" Luke and Willow blocked the doorway without any courtesy, their brows furrowed fiercely as they glared at them.

The faces of Vivia Fuller and Mia Fuller, the two sisters, stiffened; Vivia was quick to react, hastily saying, "Uncle and Aunt Lewis, Brother Waylon heard Miss Williams was hurt, so we came to see her."

With that, Vivia attempted to step inside.

A coldness flashed in Hope’s eyes.

Luke stood his ground, blocking Vivia’s path with his small stature, "Our Mommy doesn’t welcome you here, you can leave."

Willow echoed, "Not welcome."

The two sisters’ faces stiffened further, visibly embarrassed.

"Aunt, you see..."

"Get out," Waylon said as he tucked Hope in, his deep voice carrying a chilly undertone.

The sisters couldn’t hide the ugliness on their faces any longer.

Seeing this, Christopher Lewis frowned, stood up, gestured with his hand for the two to leave, and then followed them out himself.

Outside the door, the sisters pressed their lips tight, their expressions pitiful.

"Uncle, we really came here sincerely to see Miss Williams..."

"Mm, I know, but you also know Hope is injured and pregnant. Luke, Willow, and Waylon are worried she might get upset seeing you... So forgive us for earlier," Christopher said understandingly.

Vivia bit her lip with a wronged expression.

"You should head back first. I’ll accept these flowers on Hope’s behalf, thank you," Christopher continued, taking the flowers from them.

Mia and Vivia clenched their jaws tightly, suppressing their anger. With the conversation having reached this point, they had no face left to stay.

They left with dark faces, and Mia murmured resentfully, "What kind of people are they? As if I’m happy to visit her, that wench."

Vivia furrowed her brow, as if something crossed her mind, then hurried back.

"Uncle Lewis," Vivia quickly called after Christopher.

"What is it?" Christopher turned back to look at Vivia.

Vivia spoke up, "I remember Grandpa Lewis’s birthday is coming up, right?"

Christopher thought carefully, indeed, with all the busyness, he nearly forgot such an important matter, "Yes, it’s next month."

Lips pursed, Vivia continued, "I know the Lewis Family has a lot going on lately, but Grandpa Lewis’s birthday is a big event that can’t be overlooked. So, if Uncle Lewis trusts me, leave it to me. I just finished a project recently, so I have quite a bit of free time, and I’d like to contribute."

Christopher looked at Vivia in surprise, "It would trouble you, and that would not be good."

"It’s no trouble, Uncle. I’m not bothered at all. I was practically raised in your sight, and I’ve always considered Grandpa Lewis as my own grandpa. As long as you don’t mind, I’ll make sure it’s well done," Vivia said, her eyes full of sincerity.

Christopher frowned, pondering for a moment, "Well..." After all, it was a matter pertaining to his own family...

"If you’re worried about troubling me, how about this, consider hiring me to help, and you can pay me for my effort afterward."

Christopher paused for a bit. Hope was pregnant now, with Waylon busy looking after her, the company was in disarray under the management of that young man Wyatt, and Alitzel was busy caring for the old man and looking after Luke and Willow. They couldn’t neglect the old man’s birthday banquet...

He sighed deeply, "Okay then, I’ll trouble you with this, Vivia, but you mustn’t be shy about the payment."

"It’s no trouble at all, Uncle Lewis."