Waylon Lewis glanced at the hand clutching his arm, a flicker of coldness passing through his eyes, and raised his hand to brush it off, "It's none of your business."
With that, Waylon Lewis immediately chased after her.
A triumphant smile crossed Vivia Fuller's eyes.
How could she let Hope Williams and her two children get by easily?
"Luke! Willow!"
As soon as Hope Williams ran into the lobby of Lewis Clan Group, she saw the two little ones rushing out of the elevator.
Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled, but contracted again upon seeing the tear stains on Luke and Willow's faces.
The moment they saw Mommy, all their grievances turned into tears and burst out.
"Mommy~"
Hope Williams looked at Luke, then at Willow, their adorable little faces all red and messy with tears and snot.
Hope Williams, heart aching unbearably, quickly embraced the two little pitiful figures, "What's wrong? Mommy's here, don't cry. What happened? Can you tell Mommy?"