She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 350: Concerning the Company’s Survival

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Concerning the Company’s Survival

The three of them looked over at Alitzel Williams again in unison, Waylon Lewis’s brows and eyes didn’t move; his expression was very indifferent.

Hope Williams withdrew her gaze, glanced at him, and turned to walk out of the hospital room.

Wyatt Lewis closed the door of the hospital room, Hope Williams sat down on the bench, and Wyatt Lewis leaned lazily against the wall.

When everything quieted down, Hope Williams recalled Liam Cloud’s words before he left, "I’ll explain this to you," and that he said he didn’t fire the gun.

But at that time, she saw him raising the gun, and the next second she heard a gunshot, Christopher Lewis fell to the ground.

Everything happened so fast.

So fast that it didn’t give Hope Williams any time to react, she slowly furrowed her brows.

Liam Cloud wouldn’t lie to her; if he dared to act, he certainly dared to own up.

But just because she believed it, didn’t mean the Lewis Family did; their hatred for him ran deep, and everyone at the old mansion had seen him with their own eyes raising the gun.

Hope Williams couldn’t help but lift her hand to her forehead.

"Sister-in-law, you’re thinking about Liam Cloud, aren’t you?" Wyatt Lewis spoke indifferently.

"Yeah." Hope Williams lifted her head.

There was a coldness in Wyatt Lewis’s eyes, "He fired the gun, just like back then. Back then he killed my brother, and today he almost killed my dad. This bastard is the bane of our family."

"Did you see him firing the gun?"

"I saw him raising the gun."

The moment he raised the gun, people instinctively looked in horror at the person being aimed at.

So, whether he actually pulled the trigger in the end, nobody noticed, all they noticed was that he had raised the gun, and the next second after he raised the gun, there was a gunshot, and Christopher Lewis hit the ground.

Everyone thought Liam Cloud was the shooter.

If Liam Cloud hadn’t said those words, Hope Williams would have thought the same.

People always trust what they see with their own eyes first.

But he said he didn’t, and Hope Williams believed in his character, so she believed someone else was the shooter.

Someone who wanted to frame him, just like before.

"Wyatt, if I say it wasn’t him who shot, would you believe it?" Hope Williams asked unwillingly.

Wyatt Lewis sneered coldly, his voice chilling, "Sister-in-law, do you believe it?"

"I believe."

A chill congealed between Wyatt Lewis’s brows, his solemn expression sending shivers down one’s spine, "Sister-in-law, even if you’re friends with him, you can’t just blindly trust him. Everyone saw it, he fired the gun."

Hope Williams felt a blockage at the pit of her stomach; without speaking further, without evidence, no one would believe her.

Hope Williams sighed and looked toward the tightly closed door of the hospital room. Alitzel Williams must have asked Waylon Lewis to stay because of this matter.

Then Waylon Lewis came out and saw that Hope Williams was sitting on the bench; she closed her eyes slightly, her expression carrying deep exhaustion.

At that moment, Waylon Lewis’s heart twitched.

He walked briskly towards Hope Williams, crouched in front of her, and the turbulent emotions in his eyes dissipated.

"Tired?"

He raised his hand to touch Hope Williams’s head; she looked at him with her head down, not speaking. She stretched her arms around his neck and nestled into his embrace like a kitten.

Waylon Lewis hugged her tightly.

Hope Williams did not speak; she just wanted to hug Waylon Lewis. In his broad and warm embrace, she could allow herself to be vulnerable for a moment.

"Let’s go home."

"Yeah."

Waylon Lewis picked her up and carried her out step by step.

Back home, Waylon Lewis took off his suit jacket, instructed the servant to get an ice pack, and sat next to Hope Williams, carefully applying it to her swollen cheek.

His brow had not relaxed, his eyes full of heartache.

His phone on the table kept ringing, nonstop calls coming in, as if urgent, but he didn’t answer, annoyed, Waylon Lewis simply turned off the phone.

Hope Williams glanced at the discarded phone, sighed, and reached out to take the ice pack.

"What are you doing?" Waylon Lewis did not let go, continuing to apply it carefully.

"Let me do it myself; you go be busy with work."

"Is anything more important than you?" His voice was a bit hoarse, his dark eyes reflected Hope Williams’s melancholic face.

"But I can clearly do it myself." Hope Williams pressed down on his arm, "Waylon Lewis, is there a problem with your company?"

Waylon Lewis’s expression darkened, grabbing her hand and holding it within his, "Yes, the company lost a confidential document, very important, a life-and-death matter for the company, if it falls into a rival’s hands, we’re done for."

Waylon Lewis spoke blandly, as if saying ’we’re done for’ was like talking about cabbage going for a few bucks a kilo in the market.

"What does ’done for’ mean?"

"Bankruptcy!"

Hope Williams immediately became anxious, "Then what are you still doing sitting here! Aren’t you worried! Go back to the company! I’m fine here! Hurry, go!"

Waylon Lewis raised his eyebrows slightly, dead serious, "Not important."

"What if the company collapses?" Hope Williams got so agitated she couldn’t sit still, staring wide-eyed.

Waylon Lewis’s expression relaxed slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"No worries, we still have a house and a car, at worst I won’t be a big boss anymore, we’ll live a little more frugally, but life will still go on."

Hope Williams stood up and pulled on Waylon Lewis’s sleeve, her expression serious, "How important am I that you’d give up on saving the company to stay here with me?"

"If I had to choose between the company and you, I choose you."

"No, Waylon Lewis, that’s just like what a foolish ruler would do, and I’m like that femme fatale bringing disaster to the country."

"Yeah, sounds good."

Hope Williams scoffed in amusement, what time was it for this man to start assuming it was all right to abandon ship.

Hope Williams couldn’t be bothered with him anymore and turned to go upstairs.

"Where are you going?"

"To check how much money we have left and see if it’s enough to cover your losses."

Waylon Lewis chuckled softly, following her up the steps, but as soon as Hope Williams’ foot touched the first stair, she suddenly felt unsteady. Frowning slightly, Hope Williams looked at Waylon Lewis, "What are you doing?"

"Just teasing you."

"What?"

"There is a very important document that’s lost, but it’s not enough to cause a collapse."

Hope Williams paused for a second before reacting, then hit Waylon Lewis’s shoulder hard, "At a time like this, still making jokes."

"No more jokes."

The atmosphere in the room finally relaxed a bit, and getting back to the point, Waylon Lewis let her sit back on the sofa, Hope Williams snatched the ice pack beside her and pressed it against her face, bent over to pick up the phone and handed it to him, her eyes carrying a fierce warning.