She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 719: House Arrest

Chapter 719: Chapter 719: House Arrest

Waylon Lewis and Anthony Taylor were drinking, while Hope Williams sat quietly beside them enjoying her meal.

Even though Waylon was drinking and talking with Anthony, he didn’t forget to occasionally take care of Hope, serving her food.

Anthony and Daniel Johnson felt like they were stuffed with PDA.

The meal ended smoothly, both of them drank in moderation and didn’t get drunk.

Waylon took Hope into the car, and Hope clung to Waylon’s arm with a smile, "Don’t you usually avoid drinking? How come you joined Anthony today?"

"Because he’s your lifesaver, he deserves my thanks."

Hope smiled softly, "I thought you might get jealous."

"Hmm?"

Hope leaned on Waylon’s shoulder, "Going out to eat with another man, wouldn’t you be a bit jealous?"

"A little," Waylon held Hope’s slender fingers and sighed helplessly, "I told you to rest well, yet you spent the whole morning outside."

Hope pursed her lips, "I had things to do."

"And in the afternoon?"

"I went to the hospital for serious work. Since I’m doing Old Lady Taylor’s surgery, I had to personally oversee the pre-op checks."

"When’s the surgery?"

Hope pursed her lips and said, "The day after tomorrow, and I’ll be back in the hospital working full-time afterwards."

Taking care of Baby doesn’t really need me. After my accident, the Williams Clan was taken under the Lewis Clan’s unified management, so they don’t need me either. Naturally, I can’t just stay home all the time, so I’ve decided to return to the hospital.

Waylon frowned deeply, looking at her, "Can’t I afford to support you?"

"It’s not about whether you can or can’t support me, I just can’t stay home all the time."

Hope leaned on Waylon’s shoulder, her fingers lightly tapping his chest, "Besides, I promised you I wouldn’t work while pregnant. If I don’t go back now, I’ll go crazy staying at home."

Waylon looked at her with a face full of grievances, sighed helplessly, "Just wait a little longer."

"How much longer?" Hope grumbled discontentedly.

"Two months at most, after that you can do whatever you want."

Hope was puzzled, "Why two months? What are you doing in these two months?"

"Be good, you’ll know when the time comes."

Seeing his unusually serious expression, Hope had no choice but to nod in compromise, "Alright, two months it is. After that, I’ll do whatever I want, don’t treat me like I’m going to break at any moment."

Waylon stroked her arm, pulling her in closer, he nodded, "Alright, I promise."

Hope breathed a sigh of relief, "Then let’s go to the hospital, I still have to deal with Old Lady Taylor’s surgery."

"Okay."

"Oh, right, what was up with the person driving last night?" Hope suddenly remembered, asking.

"It’s all checked out, no problem, just an accident!"

"Really just an accident," Hope murmured, thinking she might have been overthinking it.

Waylon dropped her off at the hospital.

Watching Hope go in, Waylon’s eyes deepened, looking forward he asked Thomas Hughes, "Did you find the person?"

Thomas replied, "We found him, but it’s a bit troublesome. This old man has a peculiar temperament, and retreated to the mountains early on. No matter how much we offer him, he’s unmoved, and everyone we sent was driven away. We really have no way."

Waylon’s eyes darkened, "Schedule all company matters in the morning for the next few days."

"Are you going to personally go?"

Waylon nodded, "Yes."

...

Hope first went to Aria Richardson’s room, but unexpectedly, after Aria’s fever subsided, she went straight home, so Hope had to plan on visiting the Richardson Family later, then she went to Old Lady Taylor’s room.

Richardson Family.

Aria pulled out her savings, packed a few outfits, slung a bag over her shoulder, peeked out from her room, and seeing no one in the hallway, she sneaked out and tiptoed down the stairs to the living room. Finding it empty, Aria felt a bit relieved and stealthily made her way through.

Moving like a thief through the living room, she opened the double swing doors of the entrance.

The next moment, "Where are you going?"

A deep voice rang out, Miac Richardson stood five meters away with his hands behind his back, sternly staring at her.

Aria’s hands trembled, and she abruptly stood straight, hiding the bag behind her as she looked back at Miac, "Dad."

Miac immediately saw through her intentions, gave a look to the servants nearby, and they swiftly stepped forward to take Aria’s bag.

Aria tightly clutched her bag, "What are you doing?"

"Miss, your fever just broke, please go back to your room," the servant said awkwardly.

"Don’t pull me, why can’t I go out, it’s not like I’m a prisoner."

Miac asked coldly, "Where are you planning to go with your stuff packed?"

"Can’t I stay with Hope for a couple of nights?" Aria stubbornly met Miac’s gaze.

Miac walked up to Aria, snatching the bag from her, "I don’t care if it’s east or west, you get back to your room."

"I... let go of me, give me back my things... Miac Richardson! Are you being unreasonable?"

Miac snorted coldly, "Reason is exactly what I’m talking to you about, take her back to her room."

Aria glared at Miac in anger, pushed aside the servant, "I can walk myself."

Aria stormed upstairs, her footsteps thunderous, as if she wanted to stomp through the floor.

Miac gave a heavy snort, "No sense of decorum."

After Hope finished at the hospital, she went to the Richardson’s before heading home.

She was worried because Aria’s phone was not reachable, and she feared something might have happened to her.

Only Isla Sue was in the living room, there was no sign of Aria. Isla politely poured Hope a cup of tea, "Hope, have some tea."

Hope reached out to take it, "Thank you, Aunt Sue. Aunt Sue, where’s Aria?"

Isla’s eyes shifted a few times before she said, "Aria is upstairs resting."

Hope detected something odd from Isla’s unnatural demeanor, "Aria went to bed this early?"