Chapter 293: You're Not Welcome

She wore a floppily large and fuzzy hat, hung her head low, pressed her lips tightly together, and her tears fell unrestrained—it was like looking at a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering, truly heart-wrenching.

Waylon Lewis just wanted to hold her tight, to comfort her, and at this moment, regardless of the crowd around them, he bent over and directly pulled the woman into his arms under everyone's gaze.

Hope Williams's sobbing came intermittently.

It might have been because of pregnancy, but her emotions were incredibly sensitive now, exceptionally fragile, so that the emotions near her heart rose tumultuously with hardly a warning, reddening her eyes, her tears falling at a word.

Waylon Lewis gently patted her back to comfort her, she didn't speak, and Waylon Lewis didn't talk either, the two simply held each other, he let her vent her emotions.

After a good while, her weak voice finally came through.