Chapter 27: Chapter 27 Joy Ward Can You Have So Sha
Alitzel Williams glared at her son, each one failing to give her peace of mind.
Joy Ward lowered her head and sighed softly, her eyes flashing with deep sadness and helplessness, “Auntie, don’t bla them, it’s who’s not good enough.”
While speaking, tears continued to spin in her eyes, her deanor sad and distressed yet still speaking up for them, stirring pity in Alitzel’s heart.
Such a good girl, and yet they don’t appreciate her.
“Joy, don’t be sad, you know Waylon is all about his work, he’s just wooden. You’re so great; give him so ti, and he’ll see your worth.”
Joy Ward could only bite her lip and nod, her eyes filled with sadness.
After a mont of silence, seeing the awkward atmosphere, Alitzel tried to change the subject, “By the way, Joy, I must thank you. Thanks to you, the old man is much better now; it’s all your rit, you are a great benefactor to our Lewis Family.”
Joy’s beautiful face slowly relaxed, her voice soft, “Auntie, you are too kind. Saving Grandpa Lewis was my duty, and I’m glad I could help.”
“Good child,” Alitzel admired Joy more and more, “Joy, please take good care of Grandpa Lewis.”
“I will do my best to save Grandpa Lewis…”
Wyatt Lewis’s chopsticks snapped onto the dining table.
Has nobody told her that her seriously gentle and weak facade makes her look very cheap when she seriously lies?
“Enough already.”
With that, Wyatt Lewis abruptly stood up, his fists clenched, his face a mix of anger and disbelief.
Everyone looked at Wyatt, puzzled; he had been off-kilter all through dinner, his face cold as if he harbored significant complaints against soone.
Joy was startled by Wyatt’s outburst, shrinking back, her expression one of shocked surprise as she faced Wyatt’s cold, angry gaze.
Joy was taken aback, at a loss for words.
“People need a face, and trees need bark; those who shalessly abandon their dignity truly are invincible.”
Wyatt had never seen such a shaless woman, how could she comfortably accept praise that wasn’t hers?
Frustrated, Wyatt kicked the chair away and stord out.
Joy was completely baffled, watching Wyatt leave, her hands unconsciously tightening; she lowered her head, embodying pity, innocence, and grievance.
She bit her lip, her face pale, and suddenly tears started, “Did I… did I do sothing wrong?”
Alitzel was also confused; everyone today was acting so strangely, as if they had swallowed nuclear bombs.
She imdiately went over to Joy, slightly embarrassed, “Uhh… don’t mind them two, I’ll talk to them later.”
…
Hope Williams finished inserting the last needle for Grandpa Lewis, exhaling deeply, signaling the end of the two-hour treatnt.
After removing the Silver Needle, Hope carefully covered Grandpa Lewis with a blanket and wrote down his prescription. She shouldn’t stay long, intending to hand the prescription to Wyatt and had so words for him.
But upon opening the double doors of the room and scanning the empty corridor, Hope stepped back inside, calling Wyatt, but no one answered.
Hope lingered by the door, her phone in hand, exhaling anxiously before returning to Grandpa Lewis’s bedside, placing the prescription in a conspicuous spot to avoid it being overlooked. After doing everything, she prepared to leave.
Wyatt had warned her that today, Alitzel and Christopher were ho; to avoid detection, Hope was even more careful, her steps barely audible.
Hope gently pushed open the double doors and then carefully closed them behind her.
All was silent around her, unsettlingly so.
Just as she was about to leave, Hope suddenly felt sothing odd behind her.
She swallowed, and as she slowly turned her head, her gaze t with the man’s.
“Ah.”
Though she was prepared, the sudden appearance of the person still startled her.
Under the fluorescent light, the man’s handso features seed even colder, his tall and robust presence imposing. And at that mont, his deep eyes were examining her, almost piercing her soul.
Hope tensed up, her head bowing as she touched her forehead, thinking why Waylon Lewis was also here, Wyatt hadn’t ntioned this!
Caught red-handed, what to do?
“Who allowed you to co?”
Hope steadied herself, frowned slightly, really wanting to bla the unreliable Wyatt, but she held back, taking a deep breath, “I ca on my own.”
At that mont, Wyatt finally rembered Hope was still in Grandpa Lewis’s room, treating him. He hurried over only to see his brother confronting Hope.
Oh my God!
It’s screwed!
Wyatt rushed to intervene, “Bro, this…”
“Let go of ,” Hope was dragged into the room by Waylon, “Hey, you…”
“No, not… hey, bro, calm down, I…”
Wyatt couldn’t finish his sentence before he saw Hope being pulled into the room by Waylon.
He was about to follow when the door slamd shut in his face, leaving him shut out.
“…”
It was over, he really ssed up this ti.
Good luck, sister-in-law.
In the room, Hope found herself pinned against the wall by Waylon, his cold fingers on her chin, his dark eyes scrutinizing her, “You really walk right into the trap, don’t you?”
Reviews
All reviews (0)