She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 217 - Intrigue and Struggle within the

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Intrigue and Struggle within the Family

Chapter 217 -217: Intrigue and Struggle within the Family

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Waylon Lewis hooked his lips into a smile, “I’ll listen to you.”

“Then, are you going to come over after you’re finished?”

Waylon Lewis picked up a cup of water and took a sip, “Do you miss me?”

“Don’t joke around, I’m talking serious business here. Grandpa is in the hospital, and it wouldn’t look good if you didn’t show up.”

This was a matter of politeness. The Lewis Family was large, with numerous uncles, aunts, and others who would surely come upon hearing the news of the old man’s hospitalization. Alitzel Williams had specifically mentioned that as the eldest grandson who was always absent, Waylon Lewis’s absence might cause gossip.

The Lewis family business was extensive and seemingly calm, but underneath, countless schemes and power struggles were hidden. Countless eyes were watching Waylon Lewis, eager for him to slip up so they could put him on trial, to drag him from the CEO position. Hope Williams understood all this.

Waylon Lewis glanced at his watch for a moment when his secretary knocked and entered, “Boss, President Kim has been waiting for quite some time.”

Waylon Lewis slightly raised his eyebrows.

Hope Williams let out a gentle sigh, “You should get back to your work first.”

“I’ll come over,” came the mellow voice as the man rose from his executive chair, picked up his cellphone, draped his suit over his arm, and strode out.

The voice of Thomas Hughes attempting to retain him still echoed from behind, “Boss, President Kim flew back from abroad especially to sign this contract, he only has these two hours of time, and we have been discussing this partnership for a long time, if…”

Waylon Lewis had already entered the elevator, his gaze turned ice-cold, and Thomas Hughes immediately fell silent.

Hope Williams pursed her lips slightly. Knowing Thomas Hughes’s level of anxiety, one could imagine how important the contract was. Now with Waylon Lewis leaving people hanging, the project might be blown.

Seeing Hope Williams slightly furrowing her brow and a subtle darkness swirling in her black pupils, her tone softened even more to reassure, “Don’t worry, I will come over shortly, wait for me.”

Hope Williams softly hummed in affirmation, “Then I’ll hang up first.”

“Mhm,” Waylon Lewis nodded.

…

After Hope Williams finished her business, she returned to the old man’s hospital room and, as expected, found it bustling with activity.

All the aunts and nieces had arrived and brought along a brood of younger family members to express their excessive concern in front of the old man, though it was unknown how much of that concern was genuine.

Alitzel Williams, standing at a back position, had an unpleasant look on her face.

Hope Williams pushed the door open, and Alitzel Williams noticed her first, pulled her outside.

“What’s wrong, Mom?”

“Look at that crowd inside, acting so concerned for Grandpa. If anything, they’re just hoping Grandpa dies quickly so they can get a share of the inheritance during these turbulent times. Christopher is abroad, Wyatt Lewis that damned kid is god knows where, and Waylon hasn’t arrived yet. They are all gabbing and speaking poorly of him in front of Grandpa. If Waylon arrives, they will all shrink back like dogs and not dare to let out a peep.

Right, is Waylon coming over?”

“He’s on his way.”

“Good, let’s see what they dare to say when my son arrives,” Alitzel Williams glanced back into the ward, clearly infuriated, “The one closest to Grandpa in there, ah right, that one who’s acting the most concerned, his name is Isaiah Lewis, your great-uncle…”

Alitzel Williams proceeded to describe their “ugly” faces to Hope Williams so that she could recognize them.

“Got it?” Encouraging Hope Williams as they re-entered, “As Waylon’s wife, go in there, say hello; we should at least keep up appearances. Grandpa is old and still hopes for a harmonious family.”

Alitzel Williams continued, “If they say something unpleasant, I’m by your side, there’s no need for you to be nervous. If you don’t like what you hear, just ignore it. If you can’t come up with a reply, you needn’t bother—I’ll do it for you.”

Alitzel Williams repeatedly entrusted Hope Williams with these instructions.

Hope Williams nodded lightly, “Yes, don’t worry, I remember.”

Alitzel Williams and Hope Williams entered one after the other, and the next second a sharp voice asked, “Oh? Sister-in-law, who have you brought with you?”

Alitzel Williams took Hope Williams’s hand and introduced her to everyone, “This is Hope Williams, Waylon’s wife. Hope, say hello.”

Hope Williams’s indifferent gaze turned toward the source of the sharp voice. It was a woman dressed exquisitely, with a mole at the corner of her mouth that made Hope recognize her instantly—she was the great-aunt.

Hope Williams politely greeted them in turn, feeling someone’s stare fixed on her.

She had felt this gaze as soon as she entered the room. Hope Williams lifted her eyes and furrowed her brows slightly as she looked to the side.

She saw a man sitting on a couch, fingers on his chin, his eyes intently fixed on her, filled with scrutiny.

The impolite scrutiny made Hope Williams uncomfortable. Alitzel Williams subtly stepped forward, perfectly shielding Hope from the unwelcome gaze.

After a moment of thought, Hope recalled a name from Alitzel Williams’s recent introduction: Xavier Lewis, great-uncle’s youngest son, known for his lechery.

That look from earlier just made Hope feel more disgusted.

“Waylon’s wife? Sister-in-law, aren’t you deceiving us? Since when did Waylon get married, and how come we didn’t know about it? Could it be that because neither Waylon nor Wyatt showed up, you just found some random woman and claimed she’s Waylon’s wife to represent him?

Your family really is amusing. Grandpa gave almost everything of the company to your Waylon, and now that Grandpa is sick and hospitalized, Waylon is nowhere to be found.

Dad, look at our Isaiah, knowing that you were hospitalized, he was so anxious that he skipped lunch and hurried over to see you.”

Great-Aunt Amelia Bailey said sarcastically, stepping on Waylon while boasting about her own son.

Alitzel Williams suppressed the anger in her heart. This entire family was crafty, always voicing their discontent about the company being handed to Waylon.

Hah, it’s their own fault their sons are useless. If their sons were capable leaders, she’d be happy to let Waylon hand over the seat.

Sadly, not one of their sons was of any use, and together they didn’t even compare to one of her son’s fingers. What’s there to be sour about?

“Great-Aunt, you’re right. Waylon shouldn’t have been late,” Hope Williams replied coldly.

“Hope Williams!” Alitzel Williams sternly called her name, questioning whether she knew what she was saying.

Hope Williams gave Alitzel Williams a reassuring glance, calmly saying, “But it is because Waylon is managing the entire company that he isn’t idle like my cousin here, idling away his time, so it’s inevitable for him to be a bit late, isn’t it?

However, Grandpa, Waylon already called early this morning to send his regards, and he just finished work and is on his way now.”

“This is the Lewis family. What right does an outsider like you have to speak?” Amelia Bailey asked in a shrill voice.

“Little Hope is my granddaughter-in-law. How is she an outsider?” The old man asked unpleasantly.

“Dad, what are you talking about? Is this woman really Waylon’s wife?”