She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 309: Don’t Get Too Smug

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Don’t Get Too Smug

Mia Fuller rolled her eyes, as if you’re the smartest!

Hope Williams was sitting on the second-floor open-air balcony, playing with Legos with Luke and Willow.

"Mommy, this morning great-grandpa called and asked us to have dinner at the old house tonight, we all miss great-grandpa, can we go?" Luke hurriedly informed Hope Williams, almost forgetting to mention it.

Hope Williams nodded, ruffled Luke’s hair with a smile, and said, "Of course we can, Mommy will take you to great-grandpa’s later."

"Yay."

Hope Williams, seeing the joy on Luke and Willow’s faces, couldn’t help but curve her mouth into a smile, slightly lifting her head, her gaze fell upon two familiar figures downstairs.

Her usually indifferent eyes suddenly flashed with a chill, her gaze became cold and distant as she stared at those two figures, her beautiful face’s smile fading, filled with the chill of someone intruding upon her territory.

"Mommy, what’s wrong?"

Sensing the change in Hope Williams’s emotions, the two little treasures immediately turned to her.

Hope Williams never liked to project her emotions onto her children. With an indifferent face and a gentle voice, she said, "It’s nothing, you guys continue playing."

At this moment, a servant reported, "Madam, two young ladies are looking for you downstairs."

"Hmm, I know." Hope Williams nodded indifferently, but showed no interest in going downstairs.

Vivia Fuller and Mia Fuller had been standing downstairs for a while, unable to help but admire Emperor Perry Court’s top-notch villa, the likes of which they had never seen before in its opulence.

It was even beyond comparison with the Fuller Family’s old house.

Vivia Fuller gently touched the smooth lines of a wall painting, her eyes filled with nothing but envy.

What made Hope Williams worthy to live in such a place, to become the mistress of this house, to enjoy Waylon Lewis’s unrivaled affection?

How was she worthy? How was she worthy?

Those things should only be fitting for her.

And Mia Fuller felt just the same; the sisters exchanged glances, seeing the thoughts in each other’s eyes.

What they couldn’t have, Hope Williams shouldn’t dream of having either.

After waiting for a long time and seeing someone inform Hope Williams, but with no sign of her coming down, Mia Fuller crossed her arms, stamped her foot in anger, "What’s with that bitch Hope Williams? Doesn’t she know to come out and greet her guests when they arrive? Just lets us wait here for so long, what does she mean by that?"

"What do you mean by coming uninvited, as if this is your own home?" Hope Williams descended from upstairs leisurely, her voice cold and thin.

Dressed in light-colored home attire, with her hair unstyled draping casually over her shoulders, Hope Williams came downstairs, embodying a trace of languor.

"We kindly came to see you, don’t be ungrateful."

Hope Williams raised an eyebrow delicately, "Kindly? To use such a word to describe yourself? Fitting?"

"You!" Mia Fuller really wanted to rush up and tear this bitch apart.

Where did she get the face to act like the mistress of this place in front of them, disgusting.

Vivia Fuller shot her a furious glance, and Mia Fuller reluctantly shut her mouth. Vivia Fuller walked to the sofa next to Hope Williams and sat down without hesitation.

"Miss Williams, we really did come specially to see you; I even made soup for you. Have a taste," Mia Fuller turned her head and instructed a servant, "Bring a bowl."

Hope Williams raised an eyebrow, looking as if she were the mistress of the house.

Hope Williams picked up the water glass in front of her, took a sip with a mocking smile, "Does Miss Fuller think my place doesn’t have a chef and needs you to deliver a bowl of soup?"

Vivia Fuller tightened her lips, suddenly at a loss for words.

"Let’s get to the point, there’s no sense in beating around the bush," Hope Williams’s voice remained indifferent.

With no one else around, the two reverted to their true colors, no longer pretending.

Vivia Fuller glanced at the thermos in front of her, scoffing coldly, "Hope Williams, you’re really being unsporting. What’s the matter? Afraid to drink it? Scared I poisoned it, that I’ll kill the child in your belly?"

Vivia Fuller’s cold gaze swept over Hope Williams’s stomach, a venomous light flashing in her eyes.

As if she couldn’t wait to rip out the child from Hope Williams’s womb.

Hope Williams sipped her water quietly, a frosty light in her eyes.

"You were just a woman abandoned by Brother Waylon, and after having a child, you got lucky and ended up on a high branch, becoming a phoenix. Now you’re putting on airs, being so arrogant, truly laughable."

With a smile, Mia Fuller crossed her arms in agreement, "Sister, you don’t understand. A barnyard fowl thinks it’s become a real phoenix after perching on a high branch, but a barnyard fowl is still a barnyard fowl."

Hope Williams’s starry eyes turned cold, so their intent was to come and make her sick because they couldn’t bear to see her comfortable.

With a thud, Hope Williams put down her cup, lifted her gaze, "What both of you ladies said makes sense. So what should be done? Whether it’s a barnyard fowl or a phoenix, Waylon Lewis only loves me, and I am sitting in the very spot you both wish for.

And you? Maddened by jealousy, uninvited, causing a scene on my territory, who gave you the courage?"

"Brother Waylon is just blinded by you, this bitch, you’re not at all his match."

"Match or not, he’s mine, and so is all of this," Hope Williams said coldly.

"Don’t get too cocky, Hope Williams!"

"I don’t want to see them, kick them out immediately."

As soon as Hope Williams’s voice fell, the bodyguards at the door swiftly entered, grabbing one in each hand and dragging them outside.

"What are you doing? Let go of me," Vivia Fuller reprimanded coldly.

"You bitch." Mia Fuller struggled fiercely, slapping away the bodyguard’s hand and charging towards Hope Williams, ready to tear her apart.