Chapter 5 You Want to Imprison Me

Boom!

Suddenly, her face paled instantly, as she jerked her head up, her body trembled slightly, and the face that met her eyes was one that, despite five years apart, was still intimately familiar to her.

"Waylon Lewis, you..."

Hope Williams anxiously turned her head to look at the two children who had already entered the jet bridge. Willow was desperately trying to run to her, but was pulled back by the calm Luke.

Hope watched as Luke silently shook his head. Luke was always vigilant and intelligent. After casting a few worried glances at Hope, he quickly blended into the crowd with Willow, disappearing into the cabin.

Thankfully, Waylon Lewis's attention was fully on her and he hadn't noticed the children.

Seeing this gave Hope some relief, but the man in front of her had dark eyes that were staring at her somberly.

Hope mustered her courage to meet his gaze. He was the same as he had been five years before: sharp facial features, flawless to the point of perfection, eyes deep as a pool, and an air of natural arrogance and nobility enveloping him, exuding an overwhelming presence.

Waylon Lewis looked at the woman in front of him, whom he hadn't seen in five years. She was dressed in a white gown that hugged her slender figure, her tall stature accentuated by a pair of pale, delicate legs.

Her delicate face had become even more charming and vivacious than five years ago, marked with a strong stubbornness. Her beautiful amber eyes, however, were far too cold—something he had never seen in her gaze before.

At such close quarters, neither could hide their emotions from the other's sight.

Her look pierced Waylon's heart sharply, fueling a nameless rage within him.

"Hope Williams, you've done well, hiding for five years and now trying to escape?" Waylon's voice was impatient, and he pulled Hope out of the line roughly without a hint of tenderness.

"Let me go, Waylon Lewis. We are divorced. Are you sick? What I do is none of your damn business!"

"None of my business? You ran away with my child and hid for five years, and I don't even have the right to ask? Where is the child you hid away?" Waylon's grip tightened on Hope's chin.

Hope winced in pain, unceremoniously throwing off his hand, but she couldn't break free from his hold. She struggled fiercely, glaring at him defiantly when she couldn't get away.

"It's so funny, Waylon. You were the one who didn't want the child back then, and now you're the one looking for him. What's the matter? Couldn't Joy Ward give you a child?"

"You!" Hope's words jumped dangerously on his bottom line, yet he found he couldn't refute any of it, boiling with rage to the point where he wanted to strangle her right there.

Hope sneered, "If I hadn't left back then, should I have waited for you to force me to the hospital to abort my child? I won't let you find the child, Waylon. Just rest assured, since you didn't want the child back then, I will never let the child acknowledge you now!"

"Damn woman!"

Waylon glared at her face, the same gentle and virtuous features from five years ago now spitting venom and striking at his heart.

Waylon's narrow eyes squinted, rage surging uncontrollably in his chest.

"Ouch, damn, brother." Wyatt Lewis arrived in a rush, only to witness the two glaring furiously at each other, the atmosphere so oppressive it made his blood run cold.

He felt if they each had knives in their hands, they'd be capable of stabbing each other to death.

"Brother, sister-in-law, please calm down. We can discuss this, there's no..." Wyatt paused mid-sentence as Waylon's glare cut across him like a knife, sending shudders through his scalp. He obediently shut his mouth.

"Let go of me." Hope struggled. "Let go, Waylon Lewis, you psychopath."

Waylon coldly nodded.

"Still talking tough, Hope Williams? Let's see how long you can keep that up. Lock her up until she's ready to tell where the child is. Then she can be released." Waylon commanded coldly.

"Slap!"

Just as Waylon finished speaking, a sharp slapping sound followed.

In the next moment, the entire space fell into a terrifying silence.

A deadly aura swirled in the air.

"Damn it!" Wyatt wished he could disappear on the spot.

Hope had reached her breaking point; all the anger and grievance she had suppressed over the years were unleashed in that slap.

How could he be so shameless? What right did he have to imprison her?

Waylon's head twisted slightly as the woman dared to strike him!

"You want to imprison me? You beast, Waylon Lewis. If you dare to imprison me, I'll make sure you regret it."

Waylon touched his numb cheek with the tip of his tongue, danger looming in the air around him.

"Heh..."

The man suddenly let out a cold chuckle.

Waylon grasped Hope's nape and forcefully pressed her face close to his.

Hope shuddered violently as their faces drew near, forcing herself to remain composed, her hands at her sides tensed, then relaxed.

"Hope Williams, this isn't over!"

After speaking, Waylon tossed her to the ground.

Yes, tossed!

Hope staggered backward, her back crashing against a nearby railing, the pain making her gasp for breath.

Wyatt trembled, afraid the two would start fighting on the spot. Seeing Hope fall to the ground, he instinctively moved to help her up but was stopped by Waylon's gaze. He hastily withdrew his hand and stood aside, daring not to breathe too loudly.

"Take her away," Waylon commanded sternly.

In the end, Hope was no match for Waylon and was forcibly taken to the car.

Willow didn't dare to cry out loud; Mommy had told her not to let the bad daddy find them, and she didn't want to cause more trouble for Mommy. Her eyes already brimming with tears, she stubbornly refrained from making a sound until the group had left, before bursting into loud cries.

"Ah... Bad man! Daddy is a bad man. He bullied Mommy and took her away. Brother, brother, Mommy was taken by bad daddy..."

Luke was extremely calm at that moment, his juvenile eyes filled with determination. Just as Hope had comforted Willow before, he hugged his sister close, "Willow, you shouldn't cry. Mommy said when we cry, it hurts her heart. We need to think of a way to rescue Mommy quickly."

Immediately, Willow halted her tears, her watery eyes looking up at her brother with pitiful hope, "Brother, do you have a plan?"

"We should go home first. We need Auntie's help."

"Okay, good. Willow will listen to brother."

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