Hope Williams, who was well-mannered, would have unleashed a torrent of angry words upon the elder before her if her upbringing hadn’t taught her to hold her tongue.
"Do you really think your one hundred million compares to even one ten-thousandth of what Waylon Lewis has given me?" Hope Williams replied indifferently.
Christopher Lewis could barely maintain his composure.
"People should not be too greedy. If you claim to love Waylon so much, why can’t you let him go? Look at what you’ve reduced him to. He’s almost lost his sanity because of you. Waylon is destined to be the head of a household; he cannot afford to be entangled in romantic affairs."
Not long ago, Christopher had heard in the company that Waylon fired several old employees simply because they talked behind his back, and it was all because of this woman!
She is really something.
And this whole mess wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for her.
Hope Williams took a deep breath and spoke coolly:
"I believe in Waylon’s ability to lead a family. He certainly won’t lose his sensibility because of me. By saying that, aren’t you underestimating your son?"
Christopher Lewis, staring at the indifferent face of Hope Williams, rose in anger, and in doing so, pulled at his wound, wincing in pain.
"Are you saying you intend to pester Waylon indefinitely?" he asked in a steady voice.
"The term ’pester’ should be used when someone insists on sticking to a person who doesn’t love them back. But in reality, Waylon loves me, doesn’t he?"
Rolling with indifference, Hope Williams’s tone left Christopher Lewis with a feeling of helplessness.
Alitzel Williams, standing aside, had not spoken a word, but her usually gentle face was filled with anger. She stared at Christopher Lewis, and when he shuddered with pain, she made no move to help him.
"That’s enough, you should focus on recovering. I won’t disturb you anymore."
After the visit, Hope Williams didn’t linger, nodded to Alitzel Williams, and walked straight out.
Alitzel Williams did not hold Hope Williams back either. After all, the one who kindly came to visit also got a hard time; that’s not something anyone would tolerate.
Hope Williams opened the car door and got in. The car slowly turned out of the underground garage. She had nowhere in particular to go and planned to head home.
Now wasn’t rush hour, and there weren’t many cars on the road. Hope Williams was a safe and steady driver.
A ringing tone sounded—it was Waylon Lewis calling.
Hope Williams’s lips slowly curved into a smile as she answered, "Are you done with your work?"
"Yeah, just finished a meeting."
"I just left the hospital, heading home... Ah..."
The car was suddenly hit from behind, and Hope Williams, startled, cried out.
"What’s wrong? What happened?" Waylon’s voice came through the phone, filled with urgency.
Hope Williams took a deep breath, "It’s okay, just a fender bender. I’m not hurt."
"Where are you? I’m coming right now." Waylon’s voice was filled with haste, and Hope could even hear the urgency in his footsteps over the phone.
Hope Williams glanced back, tightened her grip on the phone, and informed Waylon of her location, then got out of the car to check the damage.
The car that rear-ended her was a Rolls-Royce. Hope Williams raised an eyebrow. How did they manage to rear-end her in such smooth traffic?
Was the driver asleep?
Just as she wondered, the driver got out—a young man in his early twenties dressed in trendy clothes with bleached hair.
He showed no concern for being in an accident and looked excitedly at Hope Williams, "Sis... Holy shit..."
Stumbling, the young man turned to look at the man who had kicked him from behind, and clutching his backside, he protested, "Bro, what are you doing?"
The suited man, tall and with a stern nose adorned with silver-rimmed glasses, looked helplessly at the younger man with his narrow phoenix eyes and asked in a low, grinding voice:
"Are you stupid? I told you to approach her naturally, and you hit her car?"
"My ’accident’ was super natural."
"What if she got hurt?"
"My driving skills wouldn’t put her in any danger."
Hope Williams watched their interaction, squinting her eyes. She stood at a distance—able to see their lips moving but unable to hear the specifics of their conversation.
Their facial expressions were certainly rich in detail.
After their exchange, the man with the silver-rimmed glasses approached and, with a hint of apology in his narrow phoenix eyes, said, "You’re not hurt, are you?"
"No," Hope Williams shook her head.
"I’m sorry for hitting your car. It’s entirely our fault. Please give me your contact information, and I’ll contact you when your car’s fixed, okay?"
The man was very polite and courteous.
Hope Williams looked at him hesitantly, "Do I know you?"
She wasn’t sure if she had misheard, but she thought she heard the blond man call her "sis" a moment ago.
"We could get to know each other," the man’s face remained smiling.
Hope Williams tugged at her lips, feeling something off about the way these two men were looking at her, although she couldn’t put her finger on it.
"It’s fine. The damage isn’t severe. You didn’t mean it—I can get it fixed myself," she said lightly, nodding slightly before heading back to her car.
Both men were frantic, almost speaking in unison. The blond youth stepped forward and grabbed her car door, blocking her way.
Hope Williams felt a bit confused now, her gaze shifting between the two.
She knew that people who drove such cars were definitely not short of cash, but they didn’t need to insist on paying for the damages, did they?
"We have to compensate; you must give us your contact details. We can add you and transfer the money to you as well."
They were persistent.
Looking at the two, Hope Williams let out an uneasy chuckle. She wasn’t used to giving her contact information to strangers, especially to two peculiar ones.
Clenching her phone, she refused, "Really, it’s not necessary. It’s just a scratch; it’s no problem."
"It’s no problem; we just love to compensate. Please let us."
The voice of the blond-haired youth even carried a plea.
Hope Williams stepped back a couple of steps and regarded him with furrowed brows, struggling to resist his persistence, "Alright then, you want to scan me?"
"Sure." The blond youth agreed, impatiently pulling out his phone. Hope Williams opened her payment code.
"Not this one!" The youth’s face fell.
"Let’s add each other as friends, okay?"
Hope Williams’s face twitched subtly, at a loss for how to react.
All of a sudden, she did not think today’s accident was entirely accidental.