Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Hope Williams’s Identity Was Impersonated
Vivia Fuller slightly raised her eyebrows, “As far as I know, Miss Williams and Brother Waylon aren’t husband and wife yet, so I’m afraid you’re not quite entitled to the title of ‘sister-in-law.'”
“I’m entitled to it or not, she’s mine.”
Waylon Lewis caressed Hope Williams’s hair with a light smile on his lips.
“Yes, she’s yours, and so am I.”
“…”
“…”
“Hahaha…” Wyatt Lewis couldn’t stop laughing.
This couple was seriously infuriating people to death without compensating them!
Look at Vivia Fuller and Mia Fuller’s complexions; I wonder if they’ll still be able to sit down and eat later on.
Everyone took their seats, and only after the old master picked up his chopsticks did everyone else begin to eat.
Christopher Lewis glanced at Vivia Fuller, “Vivia? Weren’t you handling a project in Europe? Why are you back?”
Vivia Fuller discussed openly with Christopher Lewis, “I’ve already taken care of it. I just got back yesterday.”
Christopher appeared surprised, his expression carrying a touch of appreciation, “Quite accomplished for soone so young.”
Truly a candidate worthy of becoming the future head of the Fuller family.
“Aunt Lewis is overpraising .”
Vivia Fuller had been doing business under Old Master Fuller’s tutelage from a young age, much like Waylon Lewis, who had been personally educated by Elder Lewis to be grood as the future family head.
Both excelled in capability and temperant.
Christopher raised several questions and doubts, to which Vivia Fuller responded fluently. The look in Christopher’s eyes beca even more satisfied, and even Elder Lewis couldn’t help but regard her more highly.
“Waylon.”
Christopher directed his gaze towards Waylon Lewis, who was entirely focused on Hope Williams, and was sowhat troubled.
“Waylon Lewis.”
Waylon slowly raised his head, “What’s the matter?”
Christopher took a deep breath, “Later, have a good talk with Vivia. The project she’s going to be responsible for is also related to our Lewis Clan.” Christopher looked at Waylon with a sowhat heavy tone.
Accepting Hope Williams as a woman was one thing, but it didn’t an he could tolerate his son recklessly devoting all his attention to her.
Absolutely ridiculous.
The two kids next to them could eat by themselves, so what made this woman so precious that his son had to attend to her every need like a servant?
“Okay.” Waylon served Hope a bowl of soup, nonchalantly agreeing.
Christopher had the urge to stand up and smack Waylon.
He took a deep breath to suppress the impulse, clenched his back teeth tightly, and looked at Vivia apologetically. Vivia gave a slight chuckle of resignation, indicating it was no big deal.
Waylon picked up a piece of braised pork for Hope, but after biting a little, she put it back in her bowl.
“Don’t like it?”
“It’s a bit fatty.”
“Then have sothing else.”
Waylon put the piece of braised pork from Hope’s bowl into his own and promptly ate it.
Christopher and Alitzel Williams were both stunned.
Waylon had just eaten what Hope had bitten into!
Even though they had been a loving old couple for decades, not even Christopher would eat the leftovers of Alitzel.
Alitzel seriously doubted whether this considerate and tender man was the sa son known to be cold and harsh.
Vivia and Mia were both stunned for a mont; was this the Waylon Lewis they knew?
Mia clenched her fists tightly, her eyes practically bulging with jealousy.
Vivia glanced at Mia, and imdiately, Mia averted her gaze and started eating her al reluctantly.
After finishing dinner, Hope Williams didn’t forget her duties; she was already preparing the surgery plan for Grandpa Lewis. While Grandpa Lewis’s health had improved a lot, he was getting on in years, and it was a major operation that was even more difficult than the previous one for Old Lady Mrs. Knox.
There was no room for error in every step.
Hope checked on Old Master Lewis again and, weighing her thoughts, realized she had to discuss the details with Elder Lewis.
Alitzel Williams overheard the surgery was fraught with great risk and beca instantly worried, “What should we do then? Old Master Lewis cannot afford any complications. What if surgery is not an option? What about conservative treatnt?”
“I wouldn’t recomnd conservative treatnt. Conservative treatnt can only maintain the status quo, not cure the condition. It’s not a long-term solution. Surgery is the only cure,” Hope Williams said seriously.
“So, what do we do?”
“Don’t panic. Let Little Hope finish explaining,” Elder Lewis said, remaining remarkably calm after hearing this.
“Therefore, Grandpa Lewis, I hope you choose surgical treatnt. Conservative treatnt poses a hidden risk to your future well-being.”
“Little Hope, I trust you; I choose surgical treatnt.”
“Little Hope, are you confident?” Alitzel Williams asked worriedly.
“Aunt Lewis, if Grandpa Lewis needs surgery, I actually know a renowned doctor,” Vivia Fuller walked over and said.
Alitzel Williams looked at Vivia Fuller questioningly.
Vivia continued, “I t a doctor nad Cynthia abroad who used to be the head of cardiac surgery at a major hospital in country Y. She is an admired figure, having perford hundreds of surgeries without fail. Moreover, her surgery was the center of attention, ranking first among the saintly healers in the dical community. If she could operate on Grandpa Lewis, the success rate would naturally be high.”
Cynthia, this extrely familiar na, was one Alitzel had heard of before from Elder Murphy.
Elder Murphy had also rated this doctor very highly, full of admiration.
Before, she and Christopher Lewis intended to invite this doctor to treat Old Master Lewis. Then the incident involving Joy Ward occurred and Hope managed to stabilize Old Master Lewis’s condition, so it was never pursued.
Now that Old Master Lewis needed surgery, it seed the most conservative course of action was to locate this doctor and ask her to take charge of the operation.
“Vivia, can you really get in touch with this doctor? I hear she is quite mysterious and difficult to find.”
Vivia Fuller took out her phone, “Yes, Aunt, I’ll give you her contact information.”
She actually had her contact details.
Vivia sent the phone number to Alitzel Williams, who acted as if a great burden had been lifted, looking at Vivia with real affection and effusive thanks, “Vivia, you can always be relied upon. Having found this Doctor Cynthia, the old master’s surgery finally seems to be getting sowhere.”
Hope had no idea when her Cynthia identity’s contact details had been leaked.
It was not until Alitzel imdiately contacted the so-called Cynthia and the phone was answered did Hope realize that soone might be impersonating her.
“Miss Fuller, are you sure this person is trustworthy?” Hope asked, her starry eyes taking on a layer of chill as she raised an eyebrow.
With a faint hint of scorn, Vivia glanced at Hope, “Miss Williams, you may not be aware of Doctor Cynthia’s abilities. Do you understand what it ans to rank first in the dical community?”
She represented the unattainable pinnacle in the dical field for many.
Seeing that Hope was clearly uninford, Mia Fuller took the opportunity to ridicule her further, “I recall, Sister Hope, you’re also a doctor, aren’t you? Don’t you even know this?”
“Idiot,” Luke couldn’t stand it and blurted out.
His mommy was Cynthia herself, and this woman was mocking her!
Was she out of her mind!
“Luke, don’t use foul language,” Hope said in a gentle voice.
“Even if this person is indeed very foolish.”
“Got it, Mommy,” Luke obediently replied.
Mia Fuller’s mouth twitched; this uninford idiot’s son was calling them idiots. Who exactly was the idiot here? It was ridiculous.
Vivia and Mia Fuller didn’t look pleased as they left because the look in Hope’s eyes, including her two children’s, was akin to treating them as if they were imbeciles.
In the car, Mia slamd the car door so hard that it startled the driver in front.
“Bitch, bitch, she made so miserable. I apologized to her with such humility, and she still put on airs with . Sister, how can you tolerate this bitch being so arrogant? And how does this bitch deserve Waylon’s treatnt?” Envied and treasured by a man, a true object of jealousy.
“Shut up,” Vivia Fuller massaged her pounding temples, “You’re not wronged to lose to her; in the future, be smart, watch your words, and don’t drag the entire Fuller Family down with you.”
“Sister, you…”
“Hope Williams is highly valued by Waylon for a reason, but… ha, she’s nothing more than a woman without a background or family lineage.”
The Fullers were one of the uppermost elite families.
Her! Vivia Fuller, the young lady of the Fuller Family, carefully grood to take over, the only woman everyone believes worthy of Waylon Lewis.
With these advantages, Hope could never compare to her, enough for her to look down on her for a lifeti.
No matter. Let her make noise for now. Once she takes over the Lewis family, the only fate for her will be eviction.
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