After so many years, it’s time to repay this debt with a life.
"You can start investigating internally within the Lewis Family first. There are quite a few moles there," Hope Williams sighed and said.
It had been too long, and finding tangible evidence was not an easy task.
These days, Waylon Lewis had been constantly rooting out the moles, capturing quite a few, all of whom were planted in the Lewis Family by Old Master Fuller.
Hope went to the old manor first. Before even entering, she heard the sounds of various cries and wails.
Isaiah Lewis and his family of three knelt at the door, crying and cursing, begging for mercy while slandering Waylon Lewis.
Upon seeing Hope, Amelia Bailey lunged at Hope like a madwoman, but fortunately, there were bodyguards nearby who didn’t allow Amelia to get close to Hope.
Amelia cried and pleaded with Hope, "Hope! Hope! Please speak to Waylon on our behalf. We truly know we were wrong. We beg Waylon to spare us. If not, you can beg Old Master Fuller for us. Old Master Fuller loves you the most. Whatever you say, he will certainly listen..."
Hope’s finely drawn brows furrowed tightly.
She had heard that they were living miserably now because everything they owned was given to them by the Lewis Family. After the Lewis Family reclaimed all their assets, they were penniless.
Not only that, but the Lewis Family also took back their house and car. Isaiah was even expelled from the board of directors and had to compensate for the losses caused to the Lewis Clan.
Waylon Lewis had no intention of giving them a way out. He announced that no one should dare help this family; even Amelia’s maiden family packed up and ran away overnight, fearing implicated wrath.
Truly at the end of their rope, Isaiah brought his family to kneel at the old manor’s door, crying to the heavens and hoping for Old Master Fuller’s pity, but Old Master Fuller was already thoroughly disappointed in them.
They no longer had their previous arrogance. Now, they looked not only pathetic but also detestable.
They deserved what they got, enjoying everything the Lewis Family provided but never showing gratitude, truly deserving of their fate.
Hope had no intention of paying her any mind and turned to walk inside.
Amelia wouldn’t allow it. Seeing Hope about to leave, she suddenly turned ferocious and, with unknown strength, broke free from the bodyguard and grabbed Hope’s arm.
Her grip was so strong it was as if she wanted to crush Hope. Hope felt the pain, and a hint of coldness appeared on her face.
"Will you help us or not?" she loudly demanded, in a tone as if Hope said no, she would be slashed to pieces.
Hope was not afraid of her, forcefully shaking off her hand. "Do you deserve it?"
Her cold voice softly uttered those two words.
Amelia’s eyes widened in shock. As Hope moved to leave, Amelia hurried to block her again, raising her hand to slap her.
Hope expected this. At the moment Amelia raised her hand, she sidestepped, dodged, and slapped her back across the face. "Are you awake now?"
"You! You little bitch," Amelia covered her face, her eyes almost popping out.
"Do you not know what you have done? Squandering the Lewis Family’s money, betraying the Lewis Family to curry favor with the Fuller Family, and still hoping for forgiveness? You must be dreaming," Hope asked repeatedly.
"We were momentarily bewitched, deceived. Who hasn’t made mistakes? Haven’t you made mistakes? Can’t a mistake be forgiven?" Amelia’s mouth was sharp, her voice fierce and high-pitched.
"Forgive? Haven’t I given you a chance?" Old Master Fuller slowly wheeled out, his voice stern.
Seeing Old Master Fuller come out, several immediately knelt before him, crying and snotting, explaining how they were forced to help the Fuller Family.
It was as if all the bad things they did were coerced by the Fuller Family.
Old Master Fuller snorted coldly, "Get out."
Unwilling to leave, they moved on their knees towards him. "Dad, please forgive us just this once. Dad, I’m your own son... Dad, I still need to take care of you in your old age. You can’t abandon me..."
Isaiah Lewis sobbed and apologized, cursing himself, saying he deserved to die.
He really could adapt to any situation.
It was such a pitiful sight that Hope feared Old Master Fuller might soften.
But he did not. Old Master Fuller’s eyes remained cold, unwavering, as he waved for someone to drive the three out.
The old master’s heartlessness showed he was truly beyond disappointment.
"Little Hope, come inside with me," Old Master Fuller sighed.
Hope nodded, standing behind Old Master Fuller’s wheelchair, slowly pushing it forward.
"They didn’t hurt you, did they?"
If not for fearing those three would harm Hope, he wouldn’t have come out to see them at all.
Hope shook her head, "Grandpa, don’t worry, I wasn’t hurt."
Old Master Fuller let out a deep sigh, "Still, you and Waylon are the ones I can depend on. How is Waylon handling the company’s matters?"
"He can manage," Hope carefully helped him sit on the sofa, then poured him a cup of tea.
The old manor seemed especially quiet today. If Hope didn’t visit, there would only be the servants and Old Master Fuller here.
With so many issues in the Lewis Family, it was natural for Old Master Fuller to have worries in his heart, so Hope specifically came to keep him company and chat.
In the meantime, she informed Old Master Fuller about the company’s affairs and Christopher Lewis’s situation, easing his concerns.
Thinking of Waylon’s situation, Hope hesitated but decided not to mention it until there were definite results to report to Old Master Fuller.
Seeing Hope chattering away, Old Master Fuller’s brows relaxed. He knew what Hope was up to.
It was only Hope who would think of accompanying him, this old man, and chat at a time .