"No, no, I want to see Brother Waylon, I need to see Brother Waylon, I must see Brother Waylon." Vivia Fuller muttered indistinctly.
"He will be here soon, come down first." Alitzel Williams looked utterly helpless.
It’s a sin. Why is her son so pitiful, this woman has gone mad and still clings to him.
"Vivia, come down first. I’ve already called Waylon, and he really will arrive soon," Christopher Lewis urged anxiously, fearing that she might fall.
But Vivia Fuller seemed completely oblivious to their words as she swung her legs outside, ignoring whatever they said, refusing to listen.
The wind was not mild today; her slender figure was half outside, as if a gust could blow her down.
Christopher was sweating with anxiety.
Hope Williams had never seen Vivia Fuller before, looking genuinely deranged.
Hope Williams slowly approached, and Alitzel Williams saw her as if a savior, "Little Hope, where’s Waylon? He came with you, right?"
Hope Williams shook her head, "He didn’t come."
Hope Williams’s gaze swept toward Vivia Fuller, whose eyes had somehow fixed on her.
Whether she saw her or heard the news of Waylon Lewis’s absence, her emotions became instantly agitated.
Vivia Fuller screamed, clutching her head as if in agonizing pain. She stood up unsteadily, looking even more precarious.
"Vivia, don’t move..." Christopher Lewis shouted nervously.
As if she hadn’t heard Christopher’s plea, Vivia fixated on Hope Williams, chanting, "I want Brother Waylon, I want Brother Waylon. You’re a bad woman, you stole my Brother Waylon, didn’t you? Give him back to me..."
"He’s mine." Hope Williams, with her hands in her coat pockets, stood still and said coldly.
"No... He’s not yours; he’s mine. Give him back to me." Vivia Fuller held her head, shaking it insistently, "No... he’s mine, mine, grandpa clearly said I was Brother Waylon’s fiancée..."
At this point, as if remembering something joyful, she giggled with a foolish look.
Hope Williams raised an eyebrow slightly.
"I won’t give him to you. If you dare, then jump," she sneered.
"Hey, this..." Hearing what Hope Williams said, Alitzel Williams, in a panic, wanted to stop Vivia Fuller, who now was like a foolish person, fearing the provocation might drive her to actually jump.
Hope Williams stopped Alitzel Williams with a hand, giving her a look. Alitzel’s brow furrowed with some doubts as she looked toward Vivia Fuller.
"Hope Williams!" Christopher Lewis shouted her name, brimming with warning.
Hope Williams remained calm, looking at Vivia Fuller with a cold smile, "If you’re brave enough, jump. Don’t be a coward, just jump."
Vivia Fuller kept shaking her head frantically, her eyes darting chaotically, as she stepped unsteadily and let go of the window frame, all the while murmuring, "I want to find Brother Waylon, I want to find Brother Waylon."
With that, she moved as if to step into the air.
Hope Williams narrowed her eyes.
"Vivia, don’t..." Christopher Lewis yelled out loud.
Just then, a figure dashed out quickly and yanked Vivia Fuller down.
"Cousin sister," Henry Fuller looked at Vivia Fuller anxiously.
Ignoring being pinned down by Henry Fuller, Vivia fought desperately on the ground, "I want to find my Brother Waylon, I want to find my Brother Waylon, let go of me, let go, I need to find my Brother Waylon..."
Henry looked painfully at Hope Williams, "Young Madam Lewis, aren’t you being too harsh? My cousin sister may have done some wrongs, but while still injured, she desperately tried to rescue your two children. To save your children, she has ended up , yet you refuse to let her go, driving her towards death? You are really too cruel, this is clearly biting the hand that feeds you."
Henry loudly accused Hope Williams of her misdeeds.
Hearing this, nearby doctors and nurses couldn’t help but nod in agreement, "Yes, Director Williams, that was somewhat excessive. The patient was already very agitated, and you added fuel to the fire; she might actually jump."
"If she jumps, that’s a life gone, those words just now were too irresponsible."
Christopher Lewis glared furiously at Hope Williams, striding towards her and glaring angrily, "You went too far, are you trying to kill her? She became trying to save your children, how could you say such things."
Hope Williams glanced past Christopher, tilted her head, and looked down at Vivia Fuller. She walked over, slowly squatted down, and lifted Vivia’s chin to meet her empty, vacant eyes.
Henry watched Hope Williams warily, "Young Madam Lewis, what are you trying to do?"
Hope Williams grinned, "Vivia Fuller, have you really gone mad?"
Vivia Fuller struggled forcefully, trying to escape Hope’s grip, "Let go of me, let go, I need to find Brother Waylon, I need to find Brother Waylon..."
"Waylon Lewis is my husband, not yours. Since you’ve really gone mad, how about I give you some money and send you abroad for treatment?" Hope Williams asked teasingly.