She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 387: Does She Want Waylon Lewis to Devote Himself to Her?

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: Does She Want Waylon Lewis to Devote Himself to Her?

After hearing Hope Williams’s words, as Hope had predicted, Vivia Fuller grew even more agitated, with tears uncontrollably falling from her eyes.

She sobbed miserably, looking bewildered and pitiful.

"You’re lying, you’re lying, Brother Waylon belongs to me, my grandfather arranged my marriage with Brother Waylon, and I’m going to wear a beautiful wedding dress and marry Brother Waylon... you’re deceiving me, you’re a bad woman..."

Vivia lunged crazily towards Hope, but Henry Fuller failed to hold her back.

Hope dodged and avoided her, but Vivia swung her hands wildly, continuously scratching at Hope while crying and shouting, causing chaos at the scene.

Facing the completely frenzied Vivia, Hope slightly curled her lips, while Waylon Lewis entered from outside, ignored everyone else, pushed Vivia’s hand away, and firmly protected Hope behind him.

Vivia staggered and fell to the ground.

"Are you hurt?" Waylon looked at Hope with a somewhat deep voice.

Hope lifted her hand, revealing a scratch on the back of her hand caused by Vivia’s nails, showing signs of swelling and redness.

Waylon’s eyes narrowed, his aura instantly dispersed.

"Doctor! Treat the wound," Waylon urgently demanded.

Hope withdrew her hand, "It’s nothing."

Seeing Waylon’s worried expression, several doctors quickly surrounded them.

Upon examination, "This..." it would have healed on its own if left a little longer.

Was it really necessary to be this anxious?

A doctor couldn’t help but curl his lips upon seeing the man’s anxious expression, as if Hope would contract rabies just from Vivia’s scratch.

Due to the man’s sharp gaze like a sword, they didn’t dare delay and immediately cleaned and disinfected the wound for Hope.

Waylon stood by as Vivia got up from the ground, ignoring everything, and suddenly rushed forward, directly throwing herself into Waylon’s arms, "Brother Waylon, you finally came to see me, I’ve missed you so much..."

Hope’s eyes turned cold.

Waylon’s brows instantly furrowed, and he forcefully pulled Vivia away.

Vivia fell heavily to the ground, landing in a very awkward position, and suddenly large tears rolled down from her eyes, "Brother Waylon, why are you pushing me away, don’t you like me anymore?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? When did I ever like you?" Waylon’s gaze was filled with extreme disgust.

"You’re lying, you’re making things up, we used to be so affectionate, grandpa even arranged our engagement, I am your fiancée."

In desperation, Vivia scrambled to her feet and moved towards him, her eyes filled with confusion and helplessness, she knelt down, clutching her head, tears streaming down as she cried loudly.

"Why doesn’t Brother Waylon like me anymore, why doesn’t Brother Waylon like me..."

Hope’s brow furrowed deeply, her bright eyes showing a trace of coldness.

Henry Fuller quickly helped Vivia up, his face filled with pain and complexity as he looked towards Waylon.

"President Lewis, I am sorry for the trouble, but please, considering that she saved Luke and Willow, don’t hold this against her too much, especially given her current condition..."

Hope’s brows deeply furrowed.

Henry Fuller kept bringing up how Vivia saved Luke and Willow, constantly reminding everyone that Vivia was the Lewis Family’s benefactor and that they should be grateful.

And hearing this, the expression on Christopher Lewis’s face really changed; he glanced at Waylon and Hope, moved forward, and spoke to Vivia with a mixture of helplessness and sorrow, "Don’t worry, Vivia is our benefactor, the Lewis Family will do everything possible to help her recover."

Henry Fuller let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Chairman Lewis, for your understanding."

"Given her current condition, the doctors mentioned that she should not be provoked. President Lewis, Young Madam Lewis, if possible, I hope you can show her more patience, and stop making things difficult for her, please."

Making things difficult for her!

Their words sounded as if this couple would spitefully repay kindness with enmity.

Hope was never one to suffer in silence.

His words had an undertone, and Hope laid it all out clearly.

"Mr. Fuller, what do you mean by us making things difficult for her?"

Henry Fuller frowned slightly, but did not speak.

"So just because she’s lost her senses, even if she hugs my husband for no reason, my husband shouldn’t push her away, is that it?"

"That’s not what I meant!"

"Then what do you mean?" Hope’s tone was soft, but her presence was commanding.

"What I meant was, hoping you two would consider that she became this way after saving your children, and ease up on some things, not to provoke her further."

Hope nodded, "Hmm, ease up on her, I understand. So, you mean the next time she throws herself at my husband, he should not push her away, and I shouldn’t have any objections, right?"

Henry Fuller was taken aback.

Hope chuckled lightly, "I don’t think I’m that magnanimous yet."