Wyatt Lewis huddled under the blanket, shivering.
Looking at Waylon Lewis’s displeased expression, Hope Williams pressed her lips together, awkwardly tugging at the corner of her mouth.
What was just said had angered Waylon Lewis so much that he now wanted to skin Wyatt Lewis alive.
Wyatt Lewis was still desperately praying.
Hope Williams’s eyes flickered, showing a helpless smile as she took Waylon Lewis’s arm. "Just for a moment..."
"Not even for a moment, you can only look at me."
Hope Williams couldn’t help but laugh, "Got it, Stingy Lewis."
The two walked to Wyatt Lewis’s bedside, Waylon Lewis’s face remained dark.
Because of losing Luke and Willow, Wyatt Lewis had been feeling deeply guilty, to the extent that he got hurt yesterday but didn’t dare make a sound, and secretly went to the hospital to admit himself.
At this moment, as he saw his brother and sister-in-law approaching, Wyatt pulled the blanket over everything below his neck, afraid to reveal the slightest bit and get another lecture from his own brother.
He put on a smile that wasn’t natural on his face, "Brother, sister-in-law."
Waylon Lewis’s face was still stormy. Hope Williams gently tugged at her lips and asked, "How’s your injury?"
Wyatt Lewis paused, unsure how to answer.
If he said it was much better, would his brother make up for the beating he hadn’t given him before?
If he said it wasn’t better, would his brother go easier on him because of their remaining brotherly love...
No matter what, he felt he couldn’t avoid a beating in his brother’s eyes.
Wyatt Lewis thought hard, frantically signaling Hope Williams with his eyes for help.
Hope Williams raised an eyebrow, sending back two questioning looks.
Waylon Lewis didn’t miss the subtle interaction between the two, tightening his grip on Hope Williams’s hand.
Hope Williams shuddered and quickly averted her gaze, coughing lightly in an attempt to cover it up, and looked at Waylon Lewis, "Waylon, I’m thirsty."
Waylon Lewis glanced at her and went to pour her some water.
Hope Williams, seeing Waylon Lewis walk away, turned to Wyatt Lewis, "Spill it. What’s the matter?"
"Help, sister-in-law, my brother is definitely plotting how to kill me."
Hope Williams glanced back at Waylon Lewis, "Really? Why would he?"
"Why wouldn’t he? Look at his face, you can’t hide a look that wants to knife someone." Wyatt Lewis shuddered all over.
"Sister-in-law, please speak up for me. I know losing Luke and Willow is unforgiveable, but I’ve been working like an ox to redeem myself, okay?"
Hope Williams pursed her lips, "Losing Luke and Willow indeed angered people but..."
Hope Williams frowned.
Wyatt Lewis swallowed hard. "But what?"
You’re not still wanting to knife me, are you?!
"But Luke and Willow came back safe and sound, and yesterday you did your best to make up for your mistake, I don’t blame you."
Wyatt Lewis looked at Hope Williams, as if seeing a halo of an angel on her head.
He couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have such an angelic sister-in-law.
"So, sister-in-law, can you help me talk to my brother?"
"Uh... How should I put it?"
Wyatt Lewis eagerly leaned forward, "It’s simple, sister-in-law, you just flaunt some charm, act cute, and when my brother is in a good mood, you mention letting me off, he might go easy on me."
Hope Williams had been listening seriously to Wyatt Lewis and didn’t expect that after all that talk, he just wanted to get a lighter punishment by appeasing President Lewis.
Hope Williams couldn’t help but laugh.
Does Waylon always treat him this harshly? Otherwise, why would he be this scared?
It was really pitiful.
Seeing that Hope Williams didn’t respond but instead started laughing, Wyatt Lewis looked puzzled, "What are you laughing at, sister-in-law? Please stop laughing."
"It’s nothing, I just think you’re really pitiful."
Hope Williams couldn’t hold back and kept laughing.
Seeing Waylon Lewis returning, Wyatt Lewis panicked, pressing his hands together nervously watching Hope Williams, "Ancestor sister-in-law, please stop laughing, okay? I’m about to die, I can already imagine my brother chasing me with a forty-meter long sword..."
"What are you laughing at?"
The deep voice accompanied by footsteps returned, Waylon Lewis looked questioningly at the beaming Hope Williams.