She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 470: Hope Williams Gets Sick

Waylon Lewis had been on the phone ever since he got into the car, probably arranging for someone to intercept the people sent by Old Master Williams to chase after them.

Hope Williams looked at Waylon, her expression somewhat worried, "Has he sent someone after me?"

Waylon pulled her into his arms, "Don’t worry, I’ll handle it."

Hope gave a resigned laugh, her laughter tinged with melancholy, "To encounter such a person, I am indeed quite pitiful."

Waylon looked at her with eyes full of distress, leaned down, and kissed her forehead, "You still have me."

Hope rested her head on Waylon’s shoulder and rubbed against it, closing her eyes, obviously still shaken.

"Where are we going now?"

"We can’t leave for now, let’s rest for a bit."

He had already received notification that the airport was now filled with people from Old Master Williams, including those lying in wait around their private plane. He had to take care of these people first, but it was too dangerous to bring Hope along.

Though Waylon did not tell her about the situation, she could sense the difficulty of their predicament, especially since this was happening in Emperor Capital.

And Waylon had not brought many people with him when he had rushed over in a hurry.

Concerned that the original hotel was not safe, Waylon directly took her to a villa instead.

Hope looked at the car as it drove into a villa complex and asked Waylon, "You have a villa in Emperor Capital too?"

"Just bought it."

Hope, "..."

Seeing her looking tired, Waylon carried her straight to the upstairs bedroom.

After entering the bedroom, Waylon put Hope down on the sofa, "Rest here for now, and when everything’s settled, we’ll head back to Emperor Capital."

"Okay."

"Good girl."

"Are you going out?" Hope saw that Waylon looked like he was leaving and grabbed his hand.

Waylon gripped her hand, "Yes, I have to deal with some things. Stay here, I’ll be back soon."

Hope pressed her lips together, "Then take care, I’ll wait for you to return."

"Okay."

Waylon grabbed his phone and left in a hurry, indicating the gravity of the situation.

Hope leaned back on the sofa, looked up at the pristine ceiling, and sank into her thoughts.

She felt a severe headache coming on and raised her hand to rub her temples.

Just then, her phone rang. Hope took the call, and the anxious voice of Old Lady Williams came through, "Little Hope, are you alright?"

Hope paused and sat up a bit, "Grandma? How did you..."

Hope intended to ask how her grandmother got her phone number but figured it must have been Harry Williams or Ted Williams who provided it.

"I’m fine."

Old Lady Williams seemed relieved, "That’s good to hear, that’s good. I can rest easy now. That old man has gone mad with obsession. Little Hope, don’t worry, I won’t let you suffer any more indignities this time. I was weak before and couldn’t protect you and your mother, but I will certainly take good care of you this time."

Hope smiled gently, "Thank you, Grandma."

"Little Hope... are you planning to return to Emperor Capital? Who was that man who came today?"

"I want to return to Emperor Capital; he is my husband," Hope quickly answered the old lady’s question.

"Very well," the old lady said excitedly, her voice trembling, "It’s clear he is a capable man who loves you very much. With that, I can rest easy. You two must take good care of each other, and the same goes for the baby in your womb. As for Luna, we’ll find another way to save her."

The old lady loved both her granddaughters, Luna Williams included, but despite her love, she would never let Hope sacrifice herself to save Luna.

Hope sighed softly, "That’s not what he thinks."

She was referring to Elder Williams, and of course, Old Lady Williams knew it, "I’ll try to talk to him."

"No, Grandma, don’t try to convince him, it’s useless and will only irritate him."

Hope had observed in the past few days that Elder Williams had strong controlling desires and did not allow any challenge to his authority. Trying to persuade such a person was fruitless and would only provoke him.

Hope feared that her grandmother would not have an easy time in the Williams family if this were the case.

Of course, the old lady understood this too and sighed deeply.

"Grandma, may I ask you a question?"

"Ask."

"Why was my mother driven out of the Williams family years ago? What did she do wrong? And why has she never mentioned to me that I have a sister?"

Hope couldn’t help but ask these questions that had been hanging over her head.

The old lady fell noticeably silent for a moment before slowly answering, "Your mother did nothing wrong; the fault lies with your grandfather... Let the past be the past, Little Hope. As long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters."

Listening to her grandmother’s unfinished words and avoidance, Hope’s suspicions deepened.

She felt there was much more to uncover.

Hanging up the phone, Hope poured herself a glass of warm water and drank it down. Leaning back on the sofa, perhaps because of the headache, her eyelids kept twitching and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Waylon had been out for a while but, worried that Hope might be afraid to stay in the villa alone, he returned early.

As he entered the house, he saw the girl curled up on the sofa, asleep, but her brow was furrowed and there were fine beads of sweat on her smooth forehead.

Waylon tiptoed over and covered her with a blanket, gently smoothing her forehead.

Then he noticed something was amiss with Hope; her body temperature was abnormal. ƒreewebɳovel.com

On closer inspection, her cheeks were flushed, not a normal hue, and Waylon immediately grew anxious, bending down to pick up Hope.

Carrying her, Waylon ran downstairs where Thomas Hughes was waiting, "Get the car ready, to the hospital."

Thomas was startled by the sight of his boss rushing out with his wife in his arms – he didn’t have the time to ask questions and dashed out.