Chapter 250: Let's Go, Mom Will Take You to Run Away from Home

Vivia Fuller's eyes blazed with fury, "You whore... It was clearly you..."

"Get out," Waylon Lewis said coldly.

Vivia stood petrified, staring at Waylon, frozen in place, daring not to move.

Waylon's expression grew darker as his piercing gaze bore into Vivia.

Vivia opened her mouth, but no words came out; knowing full well she had no excuses, she clenched her molars in rage and glared at Hope Williams.

Hope's brows arched slightly, a mischievous smile that didn't belong to her reflected in her beautiful eyes.

Vivia gnashed her teeth in hatred and stormed out.

Waylon carried Hope back to the bed, his large hand holding her little foot in his palm and asked with a somber face, "Where does it hurt?"

Hope curbed the mischievous smile on her face, "It doesn't hurt; I was pretending."

Waylon's brows lifted slightly as he looked at her, a resigned smile in his deep eyes, "Cheeky."