She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 435: Luke Gets Injured

Chapter 435: Chapter 435: Luke Gets Injured

Hope thought that Waylon Lewis was probably going to deal with the Fuller Clan, and this time he certainly wouldn’t let them off.

Hope would certainly not become overly sympathetic and advise Waylon to forgive the Fuller Clan; they brought this on themselves and must bear the consequences.

She nodded, "Okay."

The next early morning.

Hope dressed in a fresh and comfortable homewear, her slightly curled long hair lazily draped over her shoulders, pinned with a small hair clip. She sat in the dining room having breakfast with the two little ones.

As soon as Waylon descended the stairs, he heard the laughter of Hope and the two little ones from the dining room.

Such pleasant laughter was hard not to be moved by; a smile spread across Waylon’s face.

Seeing Waylon coming downstairs, Hope bounced to his side, "Are you heading to the office now?"

A gentle look filled Waylon’s dark eyes, "Mm, earning money to support the four ancestors of my family."

Hope, Luke, Willow, and the little one in Hope’s belly.

Hope gazed at Waylon happily, tiptoed, and planted a kiss on his cheek, "Honey, you work hard."

The tenderness on Waylon’s face deepened, his eyes filled with indulgence as he looked at the girl in front of him.

Hope signaled Luke and Willow with her eyes.

Smart and clever as Luke and Willow, the two little ones dashed over, tugging on Waylon’s clothes, gesturing for him to crouch down.

"What’s up?" Waylon look down at them.

Though he did not know what the little ones meant, Waylon cooperated and crouched down.

The two little ones wrapped their arms around Waylon’s neck and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Waylon was startled.

"Daddy, you work hard."

"Daddy, come back early, okay?"

Hope watched warmly.

Waylon’s face was expressionless, but the laughter in his eyes was undeniable as he stood up, "Okay."

Waylon went to the office somewhat reluctantly. Previously, when he was alone, spending twenty-four hours a day at the office did not feel long.

Now, with Hope and the three little ones, he felt the urge to return home the moment he stepped out, almost wishing he could move the office to his home.

After breakfast, while Hope leisurely watched cartoons with the two little ones, she phoned Liam Cloud, but unfortunately, he was busy and couldn’t make it today, asking Hope to invite him again next time. However, Wyatt Lewis and Aria Richardson, two idle folks, were enthusiastic.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang at the entrance. Hope thought it was either Aria or Wyatt, but it turned out to be Grace Gray.

The smile on Hope’s face faded slightly.

Grace Gray pursed her lips and bent slightly towards Hope, "Madam."

Hope nodded, "Miss Gray, are you early today?"

"I have something this afternoon. I spoke with Luke and Willow yesterday, and decided to move today’s lesson a bit earlier," Grace’s gentle voice always carried a hint of timidity, making one feel guilty speaking harshly to her.

"Mommy, Teacher Gray did tell us yesterday," Willow said.

Both little ones were smart; they could tell their mommy didn’t like this Teacher Gray, but Teacher Gray was really nice to them, and they didn’t understand why mommy disliked her.

Nonetheless, since mommy disliked her, the two little ones didn’t get too close to Grace Gray.

Hope nodded faintly, said nothing more, and simply replied, "Okay."

These days, she had been watching the surveillance in the study room and noticed nothing unusual.

"Mommy, we’re going upstairs."

Hope patted their heads, "Alright, go ahead."

Grace Gray nodded at Hope and followed Luke and Willow upstairs.

Hope watched their fading figure, her expression slightly guarded.

Soon after, Aria and Wyatt arrived one after another. Wyatt, having searched around and not finding Luke and Willow, couldn’t help but ask, "Where are the two little darlings?"

Hope tilted her head towards upstairs, "They’re having a lesson upstairs."

Aria raised her eyebrows, "Is that young tutor there?"

Hope nodded calmly.

Wyatt frowned, he really disliked this Grace Gray, "Why is she here again? Sister-in-law, didn’t you fire her?"

Hope’s face was filled with helplessness, "Yes, but mother brought her back again, praising her to the skies. And since Luke and Willow don’t resist her, I had to let her stay."

Wyatt frowned thoughtfully, shook his head still feeling uneasy about leaving the two little ones in such a person’s hands, "No, I’ll go up and check. This Grace Gray..."

Wyatt hadn’t finished speaking when Grace Gray hurried downstairs, looking distressed, "Madam, Luke accidentally fell."

"What?" Hope abruptly stood up, her complexion suddenly changing, and she hurried upstairs, with Aria quickly following.

Wyatt glared at Grace Gray, then rushed upstairs; Grace Gray bit her lip and hurried upstairs as well.

"Luke." Hope, worried, crouched in front of Luke and quickly checked his injuries.

Hope’s brow furrowed deeply, seeing the crimson blood trickling down from Luke’s temple, her heart skipped a beat, "How did this happen?"

Luke’s eyes reddened from the pain, but he stubbornly held back his tears, "I fell by accident."

Hope Williams immediately found something to stop the bleeding for Luke. The wound was not small, located right at the left corner of his forehead, with blood running down his cheek, which shocked Willow considerably.

Aria Richardson hurried to comfort the crying Willow, while Hope Williams picked up Luke, "Mommy will take you to the hospital."

This wound would likely require stitches.

Aria Richardson picked up Willow and followed Hope Williams, Wyatt Lewis suddenly grabbed Grace Gray by the wrist, "Was it you?"

Grace Gray was about to cry from grievance, "Young Master Lewis, what are you talking about? I did nothing."

"I don’t have time to argue with you now, we will investigate this matter. If it was really you who caused Luke’s injury, I will not let you go," Wyatt Lewis released Grace Gray’s hand and quickly followed Hope Williams.

Wyatt Lewis drove them quickly to the hospital, where the doctor confirmed what Hope Williams had suspected; the wound on Luke’s forehead was deep and required stitches.

Moreover, the doctor mentioned that anesthetic could leave scars if used on the face.

The doctor’s recommendation was to avoid using anesthetic.

Hope Williams held Luke as he bravely held back his tears; her heart was nearly breaking.

"Young Madam Lewis, please make a decision. Should we administer the anesthesia?"

Normally decisive, Hope Williams hesitated at this moment. She didn’t want scars on Luke’s handsome little face, but she didn’t want him to suffer either.

"Hope." Aria Richardson was visibly worried.

Hope Williams looked down at Luke in her arms, when Luke spoke up, "Mommy, Luke is a brave boy, I’m not afraid of the pain, I can endure without anesthesia."

"Luke..."

Luke shifted and looked at the nearby doctor, "Uncle, please start quickly, I’m not afraid of the pain."

The doctor couldn’t help but admire the child’s courage, hesitantly looking at Hope Williams.

"Mommy, why don’t you wait outside for Luke, this minor injury will be treated quickly." Luke didn’t want Hope to watch and worry as his wounds were treated.

Hope Williams understood the young boy’s thoughts all too well. Making her heart ache for his sensibility, she placed Luke on the hospital bed, squeezing his hand, "Luke, be good, mommy is here with you."

Hope Williams glanced at the doctor, nodded her head, "Begin."

Outside, Grace Gray and Alitzel Williams, who had been contacted, hurried over. Alitzel Williams arrived, breathless, "How is Luke, what’s happened to him?"

Wyatt Lewis, holding Willow, stayed aside with a cold expression, "He’s inside getting his wound treated; the doctor said he needs stitches, and his aunt is with him."

Alitzel Williams was visibly shocked, "How did he fall? How could it be so serious?"

Wyatt Lewis stared coldly at Grace Gray, "Ask her."

Grace Gray, tears streaming down her face, sobbed with her head bowed, "It’s my fault; I wasn’t careful. Today during class, Luke went to get a book, accidentally slipped on a pen that fell on the ground, and hit his head on the desk corner. It was all my fault; I wasn’t looking after him well."

Wyatt Lewis got angry, this woman kept saying it was her fault, but she effectively absolved herself completely.

"So, according to you, Luke falling is just an accident, and you bear no responsibility!"

Grace Gray shook her head fervently, "No, it was my fault for not watching him."

Wyatt Lewis snorted coldly, softened his tone looking at Willow sobbing in his arms, and asked, "Willow, tell uncle, how did your brother fall?"

Willow had been scared, her face still had tear stains, the little girl’s sobbing looked extremely pitiful.

Wyatt Lewis wiped her face, not rushing Willow to answer.

Willow sobbed, "It... it was brother who accidentally slipped, he fell... fell..."

Wyatt Lewis frowned, "Are you sure, Willow?"

Willow nodded, her gaze fixed on the tightly closed door.

Wyatt Lewis’s gaze towards Grace Gray remained cold, but he said nothing.

Alitzel Williams, looking at the constantly sobbing Grace Gray, couldn’t bear it and patted her back comforting, "This is not your fault, don’t blame yourself."

"But Auntie..."

At that moment, the door opened, and Hope Williams came out holding Luke, who had three stitches and a large gauze patch on his wound, clinging to Hope Williams’ neck with reddened eye sockets, resting on her shoulder.

Luke hadn’t cried at all during the stitching, clenching his teeth throughout and silent. After finishing, despite his lips turning white from the pain, he comfortingly assured Hope Williams, "Mommy, Luke isn’t in pain."

Hope Williams held Luke with one hand, and with the other, she kept pinching herself, her heart aching almost to the point of suffocation.

Willow struggled down from Wyatt Lewis’s arms and ran over, looking worriedly at Luke.

"Sister-in-law, is Luke okay?"

Hope Williams shook her head with a cold expression, "The wound is dressed."

"Is it serious?" Alitzel Williams looked at the child with a pained expression.

"Serious, he needed three stitches," Hope Williams’s gaze hardened when she looked at Grace Gray.

Feeling Hope Williams’ sharp gaze, Grace Gray bowed her head even lower.

Hope Williams coldly withdrew her gaze, her voice tinged with a chill, "Let’s talk more when we get home."

Back at the house, Hope Williams first took the two children upstairs to put them to sleep before coming down.

Grace Gray stood in the living room, her hands nervously entwined, head bowed sobbing, unable to be comforted by Alitzel Williams’s words, continuously blaming herself for not keeping a close eye on Luke, which led to his injury.

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