Vivia Fuller nodded reluctantly, a smile hidden in her heart.
Alitzel Williams shot Vivia a disdainful look. How shameless, she thought, her son is already married, and she is still clinging to him.
"Auntie…"
Alitzel Williams turned her head and walked away.
Being treated coldly by Alitzel Williams, Vivia looked at Christopher Lewis with teary eyes.
Christopher gritted his teeth and sighed, "Don't mind her, she's always like this."
Vivia pursed her lips, "Miss Williams has said some baseless things to Auntie, and it's understandable that she has misunderstood me."
Christopher raised his eyebrows.
Waylon Lewis woke up the next day. When he opened his eyes, he murmured, "Hope Williams."
Seeing this, Vivia Fuller approached with a look of surprise on her face. "Brother Waylon, you're awake?"
Waylon's deep gaze swept the hospital room, but he didn't see the figure he wanted to see, and a strong sense of disappointment appeared in his eyes.