"Waylon Lewis!"
Hope Williams watched this scene, her heart in her throat.
Wyatt Lewis's robust body crashed into a nearby table, and immediately, crimson blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He instantly stood up straight, bracing his back, waiting to be hit again.
If his grandfather and parents knew he had lost Luke and Willow, it wouldn't just be a simple punch from his brother.
Waylon Lewis grabbed Wyatt Lewis by the collar, unable to calm his rage.
The temperature in the hospital room had already dropped to freezing.
Hope Williams was somewhat confused and was about to intervene...
Wyatt Lewis guiltily said, "Sister-in-law, don't stop me, I deserve to be hit, it was me who lost Luke and Willow..."
Hope Williams stiffened.
Waylon Lewis landed another punch on Wyatt Lewis's face, "You still have the nerve to say that."
Waylon Lewis had special training, this punch was not something easy to endure.