She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 155 - : Noble Duke 9999 Box, Giving You a ’Surprise

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Noble Duke 9999 Box, Giving You a ‘Surprise

Aria Richardson and Hope Williams left, revealing a pair of sinister eyes in the shadows.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping intermittently on the solid wood table.

By his side, the assistant, Edward, bent down with a trembling voice, “Master Morris, what should we do next?”

“Send the footage we just took to Liam Cloud. His beloved woman has run off with her ex-husband again. Let’s see how he feels,” Weston Morris sneered excitedly.

“Yes, I’ll do it immediately.”

“What do you think Waylon Lewis would do if he found out about the relationship between Hope Williams and Liam Cloud?”

Lately, the Boss was increasingly concerned about his ex-wife. The more he cared, the more jealous he seemed to grow.

It was all because the ex-wife was too beautiful and excellent, attracting a host of strong suitors.

A Young Master Myers whom she worked closely with at the hospital.

A Liam Cloud from Y country, who had saved the ex-wife’s life.

And a persistent pursuer, President Knox.

Tsk!

Each of these men was exceptional and outstanding, a son favored by heaven, and none were simple to deal with.

His Boss’s road to winning back his wife was long and winding.

If the ex-wife truly ran off with another man, someone’s rage would probably be enough to set the entire company on fire, and who would suffer but him?

Ah, he had not cherished her before, but now he knew how hard it was to win back a wife.

Thomas grumbled silently in his heart.

After pacifying the two babies to sleep, Hope Williams thought about reminding Waylon not to work too late since he often lost track of time when busy.

However, after several unanswered calls,

Hope muttered to herself, “What’s happening, still busy?”

Hope tossed her phone aside, sat on the sofa, and slowly sipped a glass of water when suddenly a text message arrived.

“Noble Duke 9999 booth, I have a big surprise for you.”

Below it was attached a photo of Waylon Lewis sitting in the Noble Duke booth, holding a drink, his eyes closed as he looked at the photo on the sofa.

“One is the woman he loves most, and the other is the brother he feels most guilty about,” Assistant Edward also seemed to foresee a great drama brewing and couldn’t help but smile.

Weston Morris looked down at his stiff leg, his eyes filled with intense ruthlessness, “The revenge for this leg must be taken.”

Although he was the eldest son of the Morris Family, he was not the heir!

It was all because in Country Y, he fell in love with Hope Williams at first sight and pursued her, only to have his leg broken by Liam Cloud’s men.

Damn Liam Cloud!

After his leg was crippled, how could such a large family as the Morris family tolerate a disabled family head.

But he wouldn’t accept it. He was the legitimate heir of the Morris Family. He made a vow in front of his father that if he could secure a deal with the Lewis Family, the position of the heir would be his.

For this, he saw hope and approached Waylon Lewis for collaboration, but no matter how much he conceded, Waylon Lewis still gave the opportunity for collaboration to another family.

Everyone, everyone kicked him when he was down.

Why!

Why!

He was not willing to let it go; he wanted everyone who had stepped on him to pay the price, Hope Williams, Liam Cloud, Waylon Lewis, none would escape.

He wanted everyone to see how these two men, who were always high and mighty, would painfully fight over a woman to the death, and he wanted them to taste his pain.

He went downstairs and saw two figures getting into a car, his cold lips curving up into a sinister and cruel smile, “Go find Joy Ward and find an opportunity to get close to Waylon Lewis.”

“Yes, I’m on it right now.”

Aria Richardson and Hope Williams returned home, where Luke and Willow were sitting at the dining table, eating the dinner prepared by Aunt Bailey.

“Mommy, godmom, you’re back,” Luke called out happily, and Willow ran joyfully towards Hope Williams, bursting into her arms for a hug.

Hope Williams instantly felt better seeing the two little treasures.

Picking up Willow, Hope Williams said, “Yes, have you two been good at home? Were you bored?”

“A bit bored,” Luke replied, mouth full of dinner, “Mommy, godmom, have you eaten dinner?”

“We have, Luke. You should have seen how your daddy was protecting your mommy today, it was meltingly sweet, I’ve even changed my view about your no-good daddy.”

Aria Richardson chatted eagerly with Luke, while Hope Williams fed Willow, trying to engage Willow in conversation, “Willow, tell mommy what you and brother did at home today.”

Willow’s sparkling eyes looked up at Hope Williams, then scanned around, landing on some paper and pens. She toddled over, grabbed a pen and began to write on the paper — Brother was in his lab, Willow was watching brother.

There were some words Willow couldn’t write, so she substituted with Pinyin. Willow’s handwriting was neat, and though Hope Williams could read it clearly, she sighed softly, a smile on her face but a heavy look of melancholy and helplessness flashing in her eyes.

She knew she couldn’t rush Willow to start speaking.

But seeing Willow not speaking day after day made her, as a mother, increasingly heart-wrenched and anxious.

Perhaps she should consult a psychologist.

Certainly not Mia Fuller. She naturally would not entrust her child to her again.

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She needed to find another psychologist for a thorough examination of Willow.

A black car smoothly pulled up in front of Hope Williams’s apartment building.

A noble man sat inside the car, showing no intention of getting out; the window rolled down to reveal the man’s handsome profile, his eyes deep and cold as they glanced toward the building.

“Boss, aren’t you going upstairs?” Thomas Hughes reminded.

Waylon Lewis didn’t reply, just continued to smoke one cigarette after another.

Thomas Hughes shrunk in the driver’s seat, feeling the chilling aura piercing through the seat from behind.

The sizable car interior was becoming insufficient to contain the chill emanating from someone’s body.

Just when the relationship between the boss and his wife had improved slightly, who could have expected this to happen.

Tonight, they received a warning from Liam Cloud, a few simple words that completely infuriated Waylon Lewis.

Hope Williams! Mine, touch her and you’re dead!

How arrogantly unrestrained was that man? At that moment, rage had already engulfed Waylon.

Then, he was assigned to investigate.

The results were even more shocking.

Hope Williams had connections with Liam Cloud.

As for the nature of their relationship, it was still under investigation, but it was clear that their relationship was profound.

Thomas Hughes couldn’t fathom why Hope would be so deeply connected to someone who reveled in bloodshed and ran with the underworld.

From their information, Liam Cloud was the most dangerous man in Y country—cruel, bloodthirsty, unpredictable, with a powerful organization and a complex network of information.

Thomas Hughes secretly observed Waylon’s expression through the rearview mirror.

Waylon’s eyes remained still, he coldly commanded, “Speak.”

Thomas’s body quivered, he nervously spoke, “Boss, perhaps Miss Williams and that Liam Cloud are just friends.”

A severe twitch crossed Waylon’s brow as he slightly turned his head, “Friends!”

Thomas felt like a sword-like gaze reflected in the rearview mirror, cutting through to his face.

Thomas was sincerely terrified.

Waylon’s deep gaze flicked again towards the floors of Hope Williams’ apartment.

The air in the silent, soundless car had turned to ice.

Thomas hardly dared to breathe, wishing he could just vanish.

Such silence felt like it lasted an eternity.

Waylon lifted his gaze, his eyes deep and frigid, a storm swirling within as he took a deep breath, “She can be friends with anyone, but not with him.”

Thomas felt the temperature around him drop to unimaginable lows.

The man’s face was so dark it seemed it could drip ink, his aura one of unchecked fury.

Thomas was immensely grateful that he had spoken less, not revealing everything he had discovered. He knew far more about the intertwined relationships than he’d shared, and even that had been tactful.

Liam Cloud meant more to Hope than just a deep acquaintance; he had saved her life.

The message was sent by Joy Ward.