Hope thought that Waylon Lewis was probably going to deal with the Fuller Clan, and this time he certainly wouldn't let them off.
Hope would certainly not become overly sympathetic and advise Waylon to forgive the Fuller Clan; they brought this on themselves and must bear the consequences.
She nodded, "Okay."
The next early morning.
Hope dressed in a fresh and comfortable homewear, her slightly curled long hair lazily draped over her shoulders, pinned with a small hair clip. She sat in the dining room having breakfast with the two little ones.
As soon as Waylon descended the stairs, he heard the laughter of Hope and the two little ones from the dining room.
Such pleasant laughter was hard not to be moved by; a smile spread across Waylon's face.
Seeing Waylon coming downstairs, Hope bounced to his side, "Are you heading to the office now?"
A gentle look filled Waylon's dark eyes, "Mm, earning money to support the four ancestors of my family."