Hope Williams gave a gentle smile, always one step ahead in thinking of certain things.
Hope Williams examined the documents carefully. According to the data shown, Ansen’s development in recent years was stagnant, with no progress.
But Ansen is sizable, how could this be?
"These are just superficial data. According to what I know, Old Lady Williams has been financially supporting Ansen for years."
Hope Williams frowned, "So you mean this is a mess?"
"We can’t say that just yet. Ansen has a considerable scale and once had a notable reputation, it’s just..."
"It’s just that after my mother passed away, she left Ansen to my grandmother, who doesn’t know how to manage, leading to the current situation."
Hope Williams pinched the bridge of her nose and released a deep breath, "Alright, I’ll find some time to visit. Since I’ve taken over, I can’t just leave it idle until it goes bankrupt."
She didn’t want her mother’s efforts to go to waste.
"Okay, let me know if you need help anytime."
Hope Williams smiled faintly, "Of course, not everyone can hug President Lewis’s thigh; I mustn’t waste this opportunity."
Waylon Lewis reached out and teased her pretty nose tip. "Hmm, it’s exclusively yours."
Lewis Family’s old residence.
Once inside, the commotion was not small; Alitzel Williams was chasing Wyatt Lewis with a feather duster.
Christopher Lewis was swearing and standing to the side.
Old Master Lewis was sitting on the sofa, not bothering to intervene.
Hope Williams paused for a moment, Waylon Lewis unsurprised, calmly pulled Hope Williams to sit down on the sofa.
Hope Williams blinked, "Grandpa, what’s mom doing?"
"Wyatt Lewis, stop right there!" Alitzel Williams bellowed, hands on hips.
Old Master Lewis huffed heavily, "Little Hope, don’t mind them. This kid deserves a beating. He took off with the two kids secretly and even lost them. I can’t calm down until he’s taught a lesson."
"Sister-in-law, save me! Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law! Ah... Mom, I’m hurt, I’m hurt, go lighter, your own son, your own son."
Alitzel Williams was furiously swift, her actions swift like a fleeing rabbit.
It seemed Wyatt Lewis’s actions had truly infuriated her.
Wyatt Lewis was grabbed by the ear by Alitzel Williams, who didn’t stop, continuously swinging her feather duster at his behind.
Wyatt Lewis jumped around in pain, yanking at his waist injury and howling.
Luke and Willow, "..."
Waylon Lewis’s serene demeanour remained untouched, calmly taking a sip of tea.
As if he had anticipated this.
Perhaps Hope Williams understood why Waylon Lewis was so "gentle" towards Wyatt Lewis this time; he probably knew the three elders at home were waiting to deal with Wyatt Lewis, so he didn’t lay a hand himself.
President Lewis was as scheming as ever.
"Lucky that those two kids were unharmed, otherwise I’d skin you alive."
"Ow... Mom, I deserve to die, I deserve to die, please spare me..."
Hope Williams couldn’t bear to watch Wyatt Lewis’s pitiful state, intervening, "Mom, Wyatt has injured his waist, the doctor said he needs rest, otherwise it could affect him in the future."
As Hope Williams spoke, Alitzel Williams paused upon hearing the words ’affect him in the future’. The implication was clear, an injury to the waist, affecting the future...
What else could that affect!
Luke and Willow also scurried over, each grabbing one of Alitzel Williams’s arms, "Grandma, it was us who asked Uncle Wyatt to take us. It’s not Uncle Wyatt’s fault, and he got hurt while trying to save us, please stop hitting him."
Hope Williams gestured with her eye to the stunned Wyatt Lewis, who cherished his life immensely, instantly holding his aching waist and howling, "Mom, mom, mom, I can’t take it anymore, if you keep hitting me, I won’t be able to give you any grandchildren."
This guy was even more straightforward than she was.
Alitzel Williams had already dropped her "weapon" but still glared fiercely at Wyatt Lewis.
Wyatt Lewis almost rolled on the floor, with his actions suggesting real pain, not pretense.
No matter how furious Alitzel Williams was, when it concerned the matter of Wyatt Lewis giving her grandchildren in the future, she still needed to extinguish her anger and refrain from hitting him.
Wyatt Lewis sent a grateful look to Hope Williams and quickly held his waist as he went upstairs.
Probably knowing he was in the way of the elders, he virtually fled.
Alitzel Williams no longer cared to chase after him, moving aside to squeeze Waylon Lewis out and sat next to Hope Williams, gripping her hand with deep concern.
"Little Hope, that scoundrel told me about what happened in city A, it was too dangerous, how could there be such a horrible grandfather, utterly despicable." Alitzel Williams was so angry she nearly cursed.
Hope Williams’s eyes dimmed slightly, indeed having such a grandfather, anyone would feel he’s despicable.
Seeing the shadow in Hope Williams’s eyes, Alitzel Williams also frowned, sighing lightly, "But it’s okay, as long as you all came back safely."
Alitzel Williams’s warm hand patted Hope Williams’s hand softly, trying to offer some comfort.
These days, she had also been terrified, worried something would happen to them.
But it was good that everyone had returned.
"Let’s not go anywhere tonight, everyone stay for dinner, Little Hope you’re still pregnant, you need to take good care, let me ask the kitchen to make some nourishing soup for you to drink."
Hope Williams obediently nodded, "Okay, mom."
"Little Hope, come with me."
The thus far silent Christopher Lewis spoke.
Everyone looked at Christopher Lewis warily, Old Master Lewis included.
Christopher Lewis hesitated as he got up, his face darkening at their wary looks.
"What are you all looking at me for? Am I going to eat her?"
Christopher Lewis grunted and headed upstairs towards the study.
Hope Williams was about to stand, but Waylon Lewis quickly stood up, holding her hand.
Hope Williams tugged her lip calmly, "It’s alright, dad probably just has something to say."
Although Christopher Lewis didn’t like her, he probably wouldn’t kick her out now.
Hope Williams went upstairs, Christopher Lewis watched as she entered the study, scrutinizing her with his gaze.
"Is there something you need?"
"You’re actually from the Williams Family of city A!" Christopher Lewis was clearly surprised.
Hope Williams sat on the sofa, staying silent for two seconds, "If we talk about blood relations, yes."
"Then why didn’t you say so earlier?"
"What are you implying?" Hope Williams glanced away, roughly understanding, "Are you saying if I had revealed earlier that I’m from the Williams Family, you wouldn’t have stopped Waylon and me from being together?"
Christopher Lewis pursed his lips, accepting tacitly.
Hope Williams chuckled.
"So it seems that before Waylon and I returned, you must have already learned about the Williams Family from Wyatt, and even investigated the Williams Family."
Christopher Lewis’s profound eyes narrowed, "Given the current situation of your Williams Family, you are very likely to be the future Family Head."