Chapter 347: Scapegoat

Hope Williams finished washing her hands and walked out to this scene.

Vivia Fuller's face was pale with a slap mark, her eyes red and swollen, lips tightly clenched, crying like a rain of pears, completely heart-wrenching to behold, truly making one pity her.

Yet Hope Williams only found her pathetic.

Hope Williams tossed the paper towel into the trash bin and slowly walked towards Waylon Lewis with composed steps.

From the moment Hope appeared, Waylon Lewis's gaze was tightly fixed on her. As she approached him, he had already extended his arms, embracing her protectively at his side, pulling her into his arms.

It was a posture of complete protection and extra care, his gaze on her distinctly different from when he looked at others.

It was a tenderness no one else had seen.

It seemed as if all his tenderness and indulgence were solely bestowed upon this woman, leaving none for others.