She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 227 - Waylon Lewis is Afraid of His Wife

Chapter 227: Chapter 227 Waylon Lewis is Afraid of His Wife Confirmed

Chapter 227 -227 Waylon Lewis is Afraid of His Wife Confirmed

Vivia Fuller curled her lips in a smile, “That’s right.”

She was indeed clever.

If Hope Williams was exposed for plagiarism, not only would she lose her position as department head, but she also wouldn’t be able to remain at the hospital.

And not just that—being Waylon Lewis’s wife, once the plagiarism was revealed, it wouldn’t only be her personal reputation at stake, the entire Lewis Family would be disgraced along with her.

A strong excitement surged within Vivia’s eyes; in such a case, even if Waylon still wanted her, the other members of the Lewis Family could drown her with their spit.

By then, Hope Williams would be doomed.

She eagerly anticipated witnessing her downfall.

Vivia clutched her phone, trembling with excitement, her gaze fierce, “You must handle this matter well, let me know if you need anything.”

“Don’t worry, I’m on duty tonight.”

Once everyone else was off work, she would have plenty of opportunities, “It’s just that I need a little help from Miss Fuller with the surveillance…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have someone take care of that for you.”

Ellie Field broke into an excited laugh, as if everything was under her control; this time, she would definitely push Hope Williams into an abyss from which she could never return.

The two women cackled wickedly.

“Then, thank you, Miss Fuller.”

“Let me pre-wish Miss Field, oh no, Doctor Cynthia, success in bringing down Hope Williams and smoothly taking over the surgery.”

“Don’t worry, it will happen. Once Hope Williams is expelled from the hospital, we’ll celebrate properly.”

After hanging up the phone, Ellie Field felt exceptionally good; just as she was about to exit the stairwell, she suddenly saw a figure flash by at the top of the stairs.

“Who?”

Aurora Wood froze.

Ellie’s expression suddenly turned stern, her gaze fixed tightly on Aurora, as she quickly approached, “Doctor Wood?”

Aurora calmly greeted her, “Doctor Cynthia.”

Once a person is about to do something unscrupulous, they become particularly sensitive and nervous—Ellie stared intently at Aurora.

Had Aurora always sided with Hope Williams? Had she just deliberately eavesdropped on her conversation?

Had she heard everything?

That would ruin her plans, dammit—Ellie clenched her phone tightly and as she brushed past Aurora, she suddenly turned and called out to her.

“Doctor Wood.”

Aurora, who had intended to leave quickly, stopped her steps, took a deep breath, and turned back to look at Ellie, “Do you need something, Doctor Cynthia?”

Ellie’s face wore a gentle smile, “Doctor Wood, I have a question to ask you, can you come with me for a moment?”

“Uh… Doctor Cynthia, if you don’t understand it, how would I know? I have something else to attend to, I’ll be leaving now.”

Aurora tugged at her lips, having just heard Cynthia talking about kicking Hope Williams out of the hospital.

Although she didn’t catch everything else, just that alone meant she needed to hurry and warn Hope.

This Cynthia didn’t seem to be a good person; she had to alert Hope to be cautious…

Ellie, seeing Aurora’s hurry to leave, became even more convinced of her own suspicions, “Doctor Wood, what did you just overhear?”

Aurora’s expression paused, just as she was about to speak, she was suddenly pushed hard in the waist.

Standing on the step, Aurora instantly lost her balance, her body flinging backward—she didn’t even have a chance to cry for help, falling down the steps like a tumbling ball.

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Aurora’s head hit the ground, blood gushing out instantly.

Ellie stood at the top of the steps, watching coldly, her eyes ruthless.

No one could stop her from killing Hope Williams; whoever tried, she would kill.

Ellie ran down to check on Aurora, who retained a trace of consciousness. Lifting her blood-drenched hand, she seemed to accuse Ellie in front of everyone.

Ellie Field’s pupils dilated in terror as she watched Aurora Wood’s mouth open and close, yet no sound came out.

“Doctor Wood, I’m sorry, but if you have to blame someone, blame your meddling.”

Ellie Field clasped Aurora Wood’s head with both hands and smashed it hard against the ground, once, twice, thrice until Aurora Wood’s hands drooped and her eyes no longer met Ellie’s, completely unconscious.

Ellie Field stared with widened eyes and sat down hard on the ground, trembling as she reached out to check Aurora Wood’s breathing.

“Ah…”

She wasn’t breathing anymore!

Ellie Field, holding her head, hastily scooted backwards on the floor—she seemed to be dead!

What do I do? She had committed a murder!

Ellie Field’s body shook crazily as she hurriedly took out her phone to call Vivia Fuller; she was the only one who could help her now.

“Hello… I’ve killed someone!”

…

Hope Williams printed out the research paper and surgical plans she had prepared and stored them in a drawer, ready to present to Director Woods the next day.

Hope Williams hadn’t seen Aurora Wood all day.

Feeling inexplicably uneasy, Hope Williams grabbed a nurse and asked, “Where is Doctor Wood?”

The nurse paused and then said, “Doctor Wood took the afternoon off.”

“Okay, thank you.”

No wonder she hadn’t seen that girl around, who usually loved to buzz around her ears; it was unusually quiet today because she was off.

Hope Williams thought no more of it and went to the old gentleman’s ward to chat with him before leaving the hospital.

As Hope Williams descended the stairs, she saw Waylon Lewis’s car parked at the entrance; she smiled tenderly and walked over, leaning in to knock lightly on the window.

The car door opened, but it wasn’t Waylon Lewis who stepped out.

It was Thomas Hughes.

Hope Williams felt a hint of disappointment not seeing Waylon Lewis.

Thomas Hughes perceptively caught the shift in Hope Williams’s mood and tugged at his lips slightly, “Ma’am, the Boss really wanted to pick you up himself after work, but he was tied up with a lot of company issues and meetings all day and couldn’t get away.”

Hope Williams nodded, “Hmm.”

Waylon Lewis was always very busy.

Respectfully, Thomas Hughes opened the car door for Hope Williams, and after she got in, he closed the door and took the passenger seat.

Through the rearview mirror, Thomas Hughes looked at Hope Williams and said, “Ma’am, the Boss mentioned he would be working late tonight and told you not to wait up for dinner.”

Hope Williams nodded slightly, “Alright, got it.”

After a moment, Thomas Hughes added, “Ma’am, the Boss has been so busy recently, he often forgets to eat.”

Hope Williams blinked, slightly stunned.

Back home, Wyatt Lewis was with Luke and Willow in the garden, the three of them as dirty as mud monkeys, even the usually pristine Willow had a dirty face.

Hope Williams went over and picked up Willow, who was sitting on the ground while Wyatt Lewis and Luke were sprawled out on the grass doing something she didn’t delve into.

Hope Williams let them play, sighed softly, and went back into the house to the kitchen.

It was bustling in the kitchen; as Hope Williams entered, several chefs greeted her respectfully.

Hope Williams nodded and donned an apron, adding a few of someone’s favorite dishes to the existing menu.

After half an hour.

In the chilling conference room, Waylon Lewis sat at the head, his head slightly bowed as he looked at the documents in his hand. Other than one person reporting, the room was completely silent.

There had been a major screw up in the marketing department, forcing everyone to work overtime to compensate.

The Big Boss had been in a foul mood ever since he arrived today, and now everyone knew better than to provoke him—anyone who did was as good as dead.

Everyone, including the small staff outside, walked carefully, afraid their high heels would be too loud and disturb those inside.

Hope Williams entered the company lobby without anyone stopping her, walking in at a relaxed pace.

The receptionists were entangled with several elegantly dressed women.

“I heard President Lewis is still working overtime, he’s working too hard. This is something I made myself, please let me go in and give it to President Lewis, please be so kind.”

“Sorry, miss, our president does not accept things from outside.”

“You are not your president, how do you know he definitely won’t accept it? Let me go in, I’ll give it to him myself, and if he doesn’t accept it, I’ll come out.”

“I’m sorry, miss, you need an appointment to see our president.”

“Appointment? I’ll make one now, please make a call for me.”

The several women, each holding a delicate lunch box, surrounded the two receptionists, chattering away, and the receptionists looked speechless.

Seeing this, Hope Williams raised an eyebrow.

That guy really has fortunate troubles even when working overtime.

Sighing softly, Hope Williams walked toward the elevator.

At this moment, a sharp-eyed woman pointed at Hope Williams and shouted, “Why can that woman go in?”

The woman’s voice immediately attracted the attention of others, all looking toward Hope Williams.

Waiting for the elevator, Hope Williams turned slightly back.

It was clear she was the subject of discussion.

It was just the psychology of revenge, I can’t get in, neither can anyone else.

Just as Hope Williams was about to explain.

The receptionist saw her and came up to her as if she had seen her own mother.

“Madam, you’re here.”

Hope Williams was slightly taken aback but merely nodded lightly and said, “I’m here to see Waylon Lewis.”

The receptionist was extremely respectful, “He is, the president is still in the meeting room, he will be very happy to see you, Madam.”

The receptionist personally escorted Hope Williams into the elevator.

The several women who had just been dealing with the receptionist for over half an hour were stunned.

That woman…

The receptionist suddenly found her confidence, chin lifted, “Did you see, ladies? Who lied to you? The woman who just passed by is outright our president’s wife, ladies, you really have no chance now, please leave.”

Every day, various women come to their company in hopes of running into their president and striking lucky to rise to prominence.

The receptionist was well-prepared to handle these women, but never had more confidence than this time.

Thomas Hughes quickly received the news that Hope Williams had arrived, and immediately went to the elevator to greet her, “Madam, you’re here.”

Thank goodness, the savior has finally come, Thomas Hughes internally screamed.

“Is he still in the meeting?”

As Thomas Hughes led Hope Williams toward Waylon Lewis’s office, he replied, “Yes, the Boss is still in the meeting, you can wait in Boss’s office, Madam.”

“Will it be much longer?” Hope Williams looked up at her watch, it was eight o’clock.

“It might take a while.”

Hope Williams furrowed her brow, “A while? An hour or two hours?”

“Uh… probably…”

Hope Williams shook her head helplessly, “Take me to the meeting room.”

“Of course, please come with me.” Thomas Hughes immediately led Hope Williams towards the meeting room.

Seeing Thomas Hughes escorting a woman, with her face refined and beautiful beyond reproach, dressed in a drapey apricot double-sided cashmere coat, her slightly curled hair casually draped over her shoulders, wearing low heels, walking gracefully, her demeanor was impeccable, some unaware people might think the company hired some major celebrity.

But seeing Thomas Hughes’s utmost respect for her, everyone dismissed that scenario.

Probably someone important, her demeanor might be that of a major company’s female president.

Otherwise, their president’s assistant wouldn’t be so utterly respectful to her.

The meeting room’s glass was transparent, Hope Williams looked inside and saw an elegantly dignified man seated at the head, but it was clear he was in a bad mood right now, with his brow slightly furrowed, no one daring to breathe loudly below.

Not even in the room Hope Williams could feel the oppressive atmosphere.

“What’s going on?”

Thomas Hughes immediately answered, “There’s a problem with the project, the Boss is quite upset.”

Hope Williams looked at Waylon Lewis and rubbed her brow, “Did he have lunch?”

“The meeting was quite urgent.”

Meaning he hadn’t even had time for lunch, she nodded understandingly, her face showing both sadness and concern, “I know.”

This man really is…

Hope Williams walked a few steps forward and knocked on the door.

Hearing the noise, Waylon Lewis’s brow furrowed further.

During meetings, Waylon Lewis disliked being disturbed, especially at times like this.

The bodies inside tensed even more, daring to disturb at this moment, were they seeking death?

Not hearing a response, Hope Williams pushed the door open herself, standing just inside.

The man looked up, the oppressive feeling suddenly becoming very clear.

Hope Williams was startled.

The coldness in Waylon Lewis’s eyes immediately disappeared, replaced by a hint of surprise.

Just as everyone thought this intruder was doomed.

Waylon Lewis had already stood up and was walking toward the woman.

“Are you made of iron?” The woman looked up at the man, annoyed in her questioning yet full of concern.

Waylon Lewis’s brow twitched.

Everyone was silently watching the scene.

What was happening, this woman came up and questioned their president.

Normally, shouldn’t she be thrown out?

How then?

What shocked everyone even more followed.

Waylon Lewis took the woman’s hand, bowing his head slightly, his eyes smiling, “No, why are you here?”

“Afraid you’d starve to death at the company, came to check on you,” Hope Williams shoved the lunch box into his arms.

Waylon Lewis looked at the lunchbox in his hands, his eyes gradually softening.

“Did you come specially to bring me food?”

“Otherwise, did I come to your funeral?”

Hope Williams knew he was busy, but being too busy to eat would eventually break his body down, clearly a loss not worth making. In the long run, no amount of money could help if his health collapsed.

Realizing this man was playing deity at the company, Hope Williams was both angry and heartbroken.

With a “snap.”

Some brave soul, frightened, made a noise as they fell to the ground.

Hope Williams glanced at the manager, “You don’t need to eat, but does that mean others shouldn’t eat either? Look, your staff is fainting from hunger.”

The “fainted” individual sitting on the ground didn’t know whether they should get up or not.

Watching the angry little woman in front of him, Waylon Lewis sighed helplessly, not knowing what to do with her but to give in.

“Alright, no more fuss, I know I was wrong, darling.” Waylon Lewis raised his hand and gently rubbed Hope Williams’s frizzled hair, then turned to the bewildered people around and said, “Let’s adjourn the meeting.”