She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 582: Actually Video Chatting with Elias Patel

Chapter 582: Chapter 582: Actually Video Chatting with Elias Patel

Hope and the others were all facing away from Luna Williams’ direction, so none of them noticed her.

Hope understood Jade Bell’s concerns. After some thought, Hope said:

"Grandma, before Luna fell ill, as the only candidate in Maverick Williams’ mind to inherit the group, I believe Maverick must have taught her something about managing the company. Perhaps you could try trusting her. Besides, I think she genuinely wants to manage the company well."

Jade Bell frowned deeply, truly beset by her headache.

"But Little Hope, about Luna’s illness, I asked the doctor. The relapse rate for leukemia is 20 to 60 percent—that’s not a low figure. No one can predict the future. Do you understand what I mean?"

Jade Bell felt Luna lacked the capability to inherit the group, and she was also afraid of her illness relapsing. There were too many uncertainties with Luna.

The Williams Family still had Ted Williams watching like a hawk.

With Luna’s abilities, she couldn’t possibly rival Ted Williams. If another relapse occurred in the future, the Williams Clan would likely fall straight into Ted’s hands.

"Little Snow is now pestering me every day to give her the group. This child is just too impatient. Little Hope, I told you from the beginning: in my heart, you’re the ideal inheritor. So please understand Grandma and reconsider carefully."

Behind them, Luna trembled in anger, her hands clenched tightly at her sides.

So this is what Grandma thinks of her.

So she really hadn’t given her a single thought, even when Hope explicitly told her she didn’t want the group.

She still wasn’t thinking of giving it to her!

Luna couldn’t tell if her emotions were more broken or more furious at this moment. Every word Jade Bell said made her want to rush forward, yet she still forcefully held herself back.

Alitzel Williams noticed Jade Bell clinging to Hope and looked a bit helpless. With a bitter smile, she said, "Old Lady Williams, please try to understand Hope too. Look, she’s pregnant right now. She needs more rest and really doesn’t have the energy to deal with other things anymore. I’m sorry for disappointing you."

As she spoke, Alitzel didn’t give Jade Bell a chance to respond. She quickly pushed Hope toward Waylon Lewis’ car.

"Old Lady Williams, it’s going to rain soon. You should hurry back too." After saying this, Alitzel quickly climbed into the car, as if afraid of being stopped again.

"Ah, this..."

Jade Bell sighed heavily, anxious yet powerless. Turning around, she caught sight of Luna standing behind her, her face icy cold.

Jade Bell’s expression froze, her pupils darting evasively in her sockets.

"L-Little Snow... When did you come out?"

With a frosty expression, Luna glared at Jade Bell with a gaze as sharp as daggers. "When you were telling everyone that my temperament wasn’t suited for managing the group. That Hope was steadier, more comprehensive in her thinking, and more considerate than me."

"Little Snow, that’s not what I meant. I meant—"

With a cold sneer, Luna’s voice was laced with ice yet eerily calm. "Grandma, then tell me—what did you mean?"

"I..." Jade Bell opened her mouth but failed to say a word.

"If you can’t explain, then stop. I don’t want to hear it anyway."

Luna sniffled, spun around, and stormed off.

...

Back at home, Hope asked the household staff to prepare a room for Alitzel Williams and Christopher Lewis to stay for one more night, planning to return to Emperor Capital first thing in the morning.

After dinner, Hope sliced two plates of fruit. She placed one in the living room and carried the other upstairs.

Waylon Lewis was in the study, having spent the past two days in A City. He had fallen behind on work and was busy catching up.

The study door wasn’t fully closed. When Hope reached the doorway, Waylon immediately noticed her, his gaze shifting toward her.

Hope pressed her lips together, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Assistant Hughes was there too. Upon seeing Hope enter, he greeted her politely, "Madam."

Hope nodded gently. "Assistant Hughes, you’re here too. Have you had dinner?"

Assistant Hughes nodded. "I have, Madam."

"Hmm, would you like some fruit? It’s quite sweet; I just sliced it."

Hope extended the fruit plate toward him.

Assistant Hughes blinked and instinctively glanced toward his boss. He immediately noticed Waylon’s gaze fixed on him, though it didn’t carry clear emotion. Yet, Assistant Hughes felt an unmistakable chill creep down his spine.

Hurriedly shaking his hand, Assistant Hughes declined, "Thank you, Madam, but I don’t care for fruit much."

Hope blinked, noting the odd expression on Assistant Hughes’ face. Thinking he truly didn’t enjoy fruit, she didn’t press further.

Setting the fruit plate down, Hope turned to Assistant Hughes and said, "Assistant Hughes, eating fruit is good for you. It replenishes vitamins, detoxifies, and improves complexion."

Inside, Assistant Hughes wanted to cry but held back. Madam, please spare me—Boss’s gaze is practically piercing me.

Assistant Hughes forced a pained smile. "Yes, Madam. Thank you for the advice..."

"Ahem." Waylon lightly cleared his throat.

Finally, Hope turned her attention to the ’neglected’ Waylon. "What’s wrong? Are you feeling under the weather?"

Her voice paused, and her gaze fell on Waylon’s computer screen. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

The person on the screen also noticed Hope watching and greeted, "Madam, good evening."

"Elias Patel?"

Only now did Hope realize Waylon was video-calling Elias Patel!

Her icy gaze immediately swept toward Waylon Lewis.

As if noticing her sharp expression, Waylon glanced at his computer and said casually, "That’s that. I’m hanging up now."

With that, Waylon closed the laptop, lifting his gaze slightly to look at Assistant Hughes. In a cold voice, he said, "You can leave too. Remember to eat ten pounds of fruit at home."

Assistant Hughes shivered. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Ten pounds of fruit!

Boss was being so "considerate" to him!

"Understood." Assistant Hughes stiffened and replied, promptly leaving the room.

"Why would you make him eat ten pounds of fruit? Do you have a grudge against fruit?"

Waylon raised a brow. "You said it yourself—fruit is healthy. I’m encouraging my subordinate’s wellbeing."

"...You really have a way with twisting words."

Hope leaned on the desk, her gaze shifting toward the laptop. She slapped the table and mock-frowned. "What were you doing just now?"

Waylon reclined lazily against his chair, his gaze drifting between the computer and Hope.

Seeing that Waylon refused to speak, Hope leaned closer, staring directly into his eyes. "Hmm? Why are you silent now?"

Waylon’s lips curved ever so slightly. He reached out and pulled Hope into his arms.

Caught off guard, Hope found herself seated on Waylon’s lap, instinctively placing her hands on his shoulders. Waylon chuckled softly, twice. "What do you think?"

"I’m asking you. Don’t answer my question with another question."

Hope huffed lightly, turning her gaze away from him. She forked a slice of apple into her mouth, then casually turned her gaze back to him, adopting a stance as if she had all night to hear his explanation.

"Tsk." Waylon clicked his tongue.

Hope paused mid-bite, her eyes glimmering with curiosity. "Waylon Lewis, no way—are you struggling to answer this question?"