Just then a woman rushed over, cursing as she grabbed Vivia Fuller, "Hey, how come you ran over here without watching for a moment, hurry back with me."
Vivia Fuller was relentless, violently shaking off the woman’s hand, "I won’t go, Auntie, hurry and help me catch this bad woman, it was she who stole my Brother Waylon, help me catch her."
The woman named Delilah Fuller was Henry Fuller’s mother and thus Vivia Fuller’s aunt.
Delilah Fuller tugged at Vivia Fuller, "Vivia, be a good girl, don’t make a fuss, will you come back with me first?"
"No, no, I want to find my Brother Waylon, tell this woman to give Brother Waylon back to me."
"Your Brother Waylon already belongs to someone else, stop being obsessed, come with me now."
The voices of the two were not quiet, as if they wanted everyone around to hear and misunderstand something.
And what does it mean that Waylon Lewis already belongs to her—it was originally hers, right!
Her words coupled with Vivia Fuller’s made it seem like she had indeed snatched Vivia Fuller’s fiancé.
Delilah Fuller looked at Hope Williams apologetically and with a helpless smile said, "Miss Williams, I’m sorry, I’ll take her back now, please don’t mind it."
The two were pulling at each other fiercely, Vivia Fuller refusing to let go, her wrist aching from the tugging.
Hope Williams’s voice turned cold.
Vivia Fuller acted as if she couldn’t hear.
Hope Williams frowned and forcefully lifted her hand trying to shake off Vivia Fuller’s grip. At that moment, Vivia Fuller suddenly let go, and then her body unexpectedly fell backward.
The pose really made it look as if Hope Williams had intentionally knocked her over.
"Ah..." Vivia Fuller screamed, lying on the ground and shouting, her tears coming with the force of a spring rain as she played it up with her eyes.
"Oh no, Vivia, are you okay?" Delilah Fuller hurried to help Vivia Fuller.
Hope Williams’s eyes narrowed slightly; she had been doubting the authenticity of Vivia Fuller turning into a fool.
But now she could be sure and confident that Vivia Fuller was just pretending.
She wasn’t foolish; she was being cunning.
Here comes the back-and-forth.
"Vivia, get up quickly, did it hurt when you fell?" Delilah Fuller rushed to help Vivia Fuller.
Vivia Fuller kept crying.
Hope Williams stood quietly in place, watching her performance.
Anyone seeing this scene would think that it was Hope Williams who had bullied them.
Delilah Fuller looked up at Hope Williams with an angry gaze, "Miss Williams, Vivia is still injured, how could you push her? Don’t forget that Vivia became while saving your child. Treating her this way now, how cruel you are."
"Do you have nothing else to say apart from bringing up that matter?" Hope Williams sneered.
Hope Williams didn’t want to deal with these two and took steps to leave when, just at that moment, a nurse ran over in a panic, "Director Williams, Director Williams."
"There’s been a car accident on Creek River Road, many patients have been brought in, one of them is a pregnant woman who had her chest pierced by a steel pipe, the resuscitation room is asking you to take a look immediately."
"I’m on my way." Hope Williams didn’t hesitate for a second and along with the doctor behind her, rushed towards the resuscitation room.
But Vivia Fuller had no intention of letting Hope Williams get away just like that.
Vivia Fuller crawled over and grabbed onto Hope Williams’s leg. Hope Williams was running in haste, and for a moment, not checking, staggered violently because of Vivia Fuller’s sudden pounce. Had it not been for a doctor beside her steadying her, Hope Williams would have inevitably fallen.
Hope Williams steadied herself, her face turning somewhat pale, clearly a bit startled.
"Don’t you leave, give me my Brother Waylon back first, or I won’t let you go..."
"Let go!" Hope Williams yelled in anger.
Vivia Fuller wouldn’t let go no matter what, and Delilah Fuller just stood there quietly, showing no intention of stopping her.
Hope Williams’s frown deepened, and her eyes spread with a chilling cold.
She shouted, "Vivia Fuller, obstructing the medical staff from resuscitating, causing the patient to miss the best time for rescue, can you bear that responsibility?"
Vivia Fuller simply wouldn’t listen, relying on her current portrayal as a fool. Even , she was easily forgiven, so she did as she pleased.
From an angle unseen by others, the corner of Vivia Fuller’s mouth curled up into a cold smile.
Hope Williams was truly furious and could only kick Vivia Fuller away, this time with considerable force, her own body also wobbling a bit. Fortunately, she steadied herself and, breaking free from the restraint at the first opportunity, Hope Williams dashed toward the resuscitation room.
Vivia Fuller, taken by surprise, fell solidly to the ground.
Vivia Fuller landed face first, and she heard a "crack" sound, something inside her mouth breaking.
"Vivia?" Delilah Fuller went to help Vivia Fuller.
Vivia Fuller didn’t move, her head down, a few drops of blood on the ground. She tremulously lifted her hand, catching a mouthful of blood spit out.
The blood mixed with saliva, and among it were two big teeth—her front teeth.
Vivia Fuller had knocked out her front teeth.
"Vivia, your teeth!" Delilah Fuller looked at Vivia Fuller in horror.
"I..." As soon as Vivia Fuller tried to speak, she found a whistling sound in her speech!