She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 638: Settlement

Looking at Hope Williams, who was now fired up by anger, Liam Cloud knew she had snapped out of it. His expression softened slightly.

Hope went upstairs and took out the recorder that Uncle Ruiz had given her, listening to it segment by segment.

The first recording was related to the assassination and framing of Maverick Williams:

"What do you need from me?"

"I need a favor—just a few men..."

"What good does framing Maverick Williams do for you?"

"He’s the one who treated me like trash first. Why should I let him off easily..."

The second recording was about the time they conspired with Uncle Ruiz against her:

"Kid, don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting. Inviting me to Emperor Capital is because you know Luna Williams is dying, and if you manage to deal with Hope next, you’ll be the sole heir of the Williams Family without lifting a finger. What a clever plan! Maverick Williams certainly raised a cunning grandson!"

"Uncle Ruiz, don’t joke like that. This is mutual benefit, a win-win..."

The third recording concerned the time he instigated Luna Williams:

"Why did you send her to find me?"

"A ready-made scapegoat. Why waste the opportunity? Plus, it can profit you. Isn’t that great?"

"Ted Williams, you’re really good at scheming. You just want to clear yourself out of this mess."

"It’s just mutual benefit. Ideally, both of them should stay in Emperor Capital forever."

...

Hope listened to these recordings repeatedly, feeling her anger blaze even stronger in her heart.

Beyond these matters, there were also plans to crash the plane and kill her entire family—blocking her efforts to gather shares, bribing drivers to cause accidents, and even being willing to kill Paisley Ginger.

Hope gritted her teeth and bit the inside of her cheek.

One by one, she vowed to settle accounts with him.

Night fell.

The sky gradually turned dark, and the evening breeze shattered the moonlight. It spilled into the room, scattering dim cold light everywhere.

Hope sat in the room for an indefinite amount of time.

The door was quietly pushed open by two small hands, and two little heads peeked inside. Their big eyes scanned the darkness, finally spotting Hope’s silhouette against the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

Then they quietly retreated, looking up at Waylon Lewis and Liam Cloud behind them. "Mommy is in there."

Liam lowered his voice. "What’s she doing?"

Willow bit her fingertip. "Not sure. Let me check again."

Waylon interjected, "What are you two up to?"

Pushing the door open, Hope saw the four of them gathered outside her room.

For a moment, the five of them stared at each other with wide eyes.

Liam raised an eyebrow, keeping silent.

Wyatt immediately straightened up. "Sister-in-law, are you alright?"

Hope’s expression was calm. "I’m fine. You all haven’t eaten yet, have you? I’ll ask the kitchen to cook something."

"Sister-in-law, we already ate. Look at the time—it’s late, and only you haven’t eaten. I asked the kitchen to prepare a few new dishes. Go downstairs and eat. If you starve, my brother will worry himself sick again."

"Alright, thank you."

Liam said, "Rest well tonight, and don’t overthink."

Hope lightly nodded. "I understand."

As it was late, Liam felt it wasn’t appropriate to stay longer. Confirming that Hope was fine, he found an excuse to leave.

After dinner, Hope returned to her room. Luke and Willow clung to her side and insisted on sleeping with her.

Hope didn’t object and took the two little ones to wash up and sleep. Perhaps sensing that Hope was not in the best mood, the two behaved quietly. They lay on the bed, closing their eyes voluntarily, without urging Hope to tell them a bedtime story.

Still, Hope habitually told them a story until she heard their steady breathing. Only then did she stop.

It was now eleven at night. Despite lying in bed, Hope couldn’t fall asleep. She tossed and turned, opening and closing her eyes, finally drifting off around two or three in the morning.

Early the next morning, her phone started ringing loudly.

The noise woke Willow, who lazily climbed out of bed, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and picked up Hope’s phone with her little hands.

Willow answered the video call. The screen flickered, showing Waylon Lewis’s sharp handsome face.

"Daddy," Willow mumbled sweetly.

Waylon paused for a moment, realizing it was Willow who answered. After a brief acknowledgment, he asked, "Where’s Mommy?"

Willow lay back down on the bed, yawning lazily. In a small voice, she said, "Mommy’s still sleeping. Daddy, do you want to see Mommy?"

"I do," Waylon said honestly.

Willow pouted and held the phone up again. She aimed the camera at Hope for a second before switching back to herself. "Daddy, look—Mommy’s still asleep."

Waylon focused on the screen, but all he saw was a fleeting image. He couldn’t even make out Hope’s face—the camera barely captured her blanket.

"...I didn’t see clearly..."

"Then I’ll show Mommy to Daddy again... Then show Brother to Daddy... And then show Willow to Daddy..."

Waylon, "..."

Truly challenging—he didn’t glimpse a single clear frame of anyone.

"Daddy, did you see everyone?"

"...Yes."

Waylon pressed his lips together, reminding himself not to argue with his daughter.

"Daddy, why are you up so early? Calling us so early—do you miss us?" Willow whispered carefully, afraid of waking Hope and Luke.

"I miss your Mommy! Let me look at..." your Mommy more!

Waylon was about to say so when Willow threw another little question his way.

Willow’s lips trembled. "So, Daddy doesn’t miss Willow and Brother?"

"Not at all!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Willow’s soft and chubby face scrunched up. "Then I’m hanging up!"

"..."

Waylon immediately changed his words. "I do miss you!"

"How much do you miss us?"

Afraid the little one might take him at his word and directly end the call, Waylon quickly replied, "Very much!"

Only then did Willow relent, breaking into a radiant smile. "Willow misses Daddy too. Willow will give Daddy a kiss."

She leaned toward the phone and made a "mwah" sound.

Waylon looked at his daughter’s adorable expression, feeling much calmer now.

"Did you sleep with Mommy last night?"

Willow nodded her little head. "Yup, because... Mommy wasn’t happy, so we stayed with her."

Hearing that Hope wasn’t happy, Waylon furrowed his brows. "Why wasn’t Mommy happy?"

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