"And now she’s causing a scene threatening to jump off a building?" Wyatt Lewis asked.
Hope Williams picked up the cup of water in front of her and slowly took a sip, nodding, "Yeah, she wants to see your brother. If she doesn’t, she’s threatening to jump."
Hope Williams silently chuckled to herself, thinking how foolish it was to still want to see Waylon Lewis; how persistent she must be.
"Really? Could that woman be pretending to be foolish?" Aria Richardson found it hard to believe. She already doubted the woman’s claim of saving Luke and Willow, and wondered if that woman would really be so kind-hearted.
Hope Williams nodded indifferently, "I also think so, but we don’t have any evidence to prove that she’s pretending."
So, it’s hard to say whether this kind of thing is true or not; you can’t find concrete evidence proving that she’s pretending.
"Regardless of whether she’s pretending or not, does your family believe her? Hope, if Vivia Fuller is pretending, then you must keep a close eye on President Lewis."
Aria Richardson was genuinely concerned about this; it would be troublesome if Waylon Lewis believed Vivia Fuller and felt thankful towards her.
"Keep a close eye on Waylon Lewis? Why?"
Aria Richardson looked at her carefree best friend seriously, "Because she definitely won’t give up and will probably go after President Lewis again."
Hope Williams pondered with furrowed brows for a moment, then smiled lightly, "Don’t worry, it’s alright. Our Mr. Lewis is exceptionally clever. He certainly doesn’t believe Vivia Fuller."
"But what if? What if Vivia Fuller plays dirty tricks, and President Lewis isn’t firm-willed and gets seduced away?"
A deep and magnetic voice sounded, making Aria Richardson feel a chill, her hairs standing on end.
Hope Williams looked up to see the imposing man already standing by her side.
Aria Richardson’s hand shook, and her chopsticks clattered onto the table with a snap.
Hope Williams glanced at Aria Richardson, who had lowered her head as if she was silently chanting, "You can’t see me, you can’t see me, you can’t see me."
Hope Williams looked up again towards Waylon Lewis, who had already pulled up a chair beside her and was giving Aria Richardson a fierce look.
Aria Richardson’s eyes trembled nervously.
"Don’t listen to her, I won’t. I only love you; no matter how others try to seduce me, they won’t succeed."
Waylon Lewis grasped Hope Williams’s hand, showing a fervent determination to be loyal.
Wyatt Lewis smirked slightly; unsurprisingly like his brother.
Aria Richardson felt even guiltier—damn, it felt like being caught bad-mouthing someone on the spot. And this person was President Lewis, no less.
"Godmother, what’s wrong? Did you drop your chopsticks?" Willow, sitting beside Aria Richardson, kindly reminded her.
Aria Richardson felt like crying but had no tears, wishing she could become invisible—don’t call me out!
"Cough..." Seeing Aria Richardson so guilty, Hope Williams coughed lightly to change the subject, "Alright, I know. Let’s eat. Mom said Vivia Fuller is threatening to jump because she can’t see you, so we might need to go there after we finish eating."
"Is Mommy leaving?" Luke and Willow were somewhat disappointed; they still had so many games left to play.
Waylon Lewis put a piece of rib in Hope Williams’s bowl and said lightly, "No rush; she’s not going to jump right away."
"What if she does jump?"
"Have someone collect her body."
Hope Williams smiled lightly and looked at Luke and Willow, "No, I’m not leaving. I’ll play with you guys."
Luke and Willow’s eyes immediately lit up, making their meal taste so much better.
Waylon Lewis was in a good mood today; despite being dressed in a suit and looking somewhat out of place with his cold and dignified manner, he indeed spent the afternoon playing with the two kids.
Luke and Willow stopped in front of a row of claw machines, with Willow unable to move on when she saw the cartoon dolls inside.
"I want that, I want that, Daddy, Mommy, grab that one." Willow pointed at the claw machine, eyes sparkling.
Despite her own home being filled to the brim with them, she still liked wowing Hope Williams, who felt helpless about spoiling her daughter.
Waylon Lewis exchanged for Game Coins for the two little ones, and Hope Williams raised an eyebrow, seeing the two full baskets of Game Coins in his hand—President Lewis was indeed generous.
One basket for Luke, one for Willow; grab to their heart’s content.
Unfortunately, both kids had several failed attempts, their expressions growing despondent.
Hope Williams encouraged the kids from the side, "It’s alright, keep trying, and you’ll definitely get it."
Waylon Lewis scanned the machine and dropped two Game Coins into it.
"Which one do you want?" Waylon Lewis asked.
"That one, that one," Willow pointed to a cute little sheep inside.