She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 691: Chapter 691: Is My Younger Brother Sick?

At this moment, there were two additional people in the ward, Joseph Sanders and Zoey Sanders, the brother and sister.

Seeing Hope alive, Zoey Sanders, overwhelmed, immediately rushed over to hug Hope, "Aunt Williams, it’s been so long. I’m so glad you’re okay."

Hope gently patted Zoey Sanders on the back, "Yes, it’s been a while. How did you guys get here?" noveldrama

Zoey Sanders released Hope, "It was Brother Wyatt who happened to mention you when he called my brother, so we just had to come see you and the baby."

"By the way, congratulations to Brother Waylon and Aunt Williams on the new baby! My brother and I came in a rush and didn’t prepare any gifts. We’ll make it up at the baby’s hundred-day banquet, but for now, there’s just a small red envelope in the bag, a small gesture for the baby."

Zoey Sanders pulled out a thick red envelope from her bag and handed it to Hope, not forgetting to add, "Please don’t refuse."

Hope’s delicate and beautiful face filled with a gentle smile. She glanced at Waylon Lewis and didn’t refuse, "I’ll thank you on behalf of the baby."

Waylon Lewis also nodded, "Thank you."

Joseph Sanders, "Brother Waylon, Aunt Williams, you’re welcome."

"Yes, yes."

Alitzel Williams’ face was full of a warm smile, "These two kids came from far away, really thoughtful. By the way, Waylon, Little Hope, where did you go? Why were you gone for so long?"

Hope and Waylon Lewis tacitly didn’t mention the possibility of developmental delay with the baby.

Waylon Lewis, "Went to take care of some matters."

"Is everything settled?"

"All taken care of."

"That’s good." Alitzel Williams turned to Hope, "Little Hope, your grandma left first. She asked me to tell you. I noticed the old lady wasn’t comfortable staying here, so she didn’t stay long. I arranged for someone to escort her."

Alitzel Williams was very thoughtful.

"Thank you, Mom."

Hope walked over to Alitzel Williams. The baby in Alitzel Williams’ arms was restless, waving its little hands, its round eyes looking around, babbling softly.

Hope’s slender fingers gently pressed the edges of the swaddling clothes. Watching the little one, her heart ached even more.

"Mom, let me hold him."

Alitzel Williams carefully handed the baby to Hope, "Come, dear baby, let mommy hold you."

Hope skillfully took him into her arms, rocking gently. The baby’s small legs kicked a little, its eyes, which had been wandering, inadvertently rested on Hope’s face. The small hands happily waved, and it stopped moving, staying obediently in Hope’s arms.

Alitzel Williams smiled as she watched this scene, "This mischievous little one knows how to cherish Little Hope. It doesn’t fuss once in her arms."

Aria Richardson leaned over, "Yes, yes, just now when we were holding the baby, the baby didn’t stay as still as in Hope’s arms."

The room was filled with laughter. Hope looked down at the little one in her arms, her eyes always carrying a hint of complex emotion.

She lowered her head and lovingly kissed the baby’s soft little cheek.

Her little one must grow up safe, sound, and healthy.

Luke and Willow came over to Hope’s side, Luke’s little hand tugging at Hope’s clothes.

Hope turned her head to look at Luke and Willow’s unhappy faces.

She suddenly realized that all the attention was on the baby, and Luke and Willow, still children too, felt ignored and a bit uncomfortable.

Hope hurried to make amends, squatting down, speaking gently, "Does Luke and Willow also want to see their brother?"

Willow pouted, "Mommy, is brother sick?"

Others couldn’t see it, but Luke and Willow noticed. When they were sick, mommy held them just like that, kissing their cheeks with the same expression, mixing tenderness with worry and heartache.

Hope’s expression paused for a moment, stunned for a second, not knowing how to answer.

"Willow, don’t say such things carelessly. The baby is just fine, not sick at all." Alitzel Williams assumed it was just a child’s casual remark, not taking it seriously.

Then Waylon Lewis stepped forward, gently stroked Luke and Willow’s heads, "Your brother is fine."

Willow blinked, exchanged a glance with Luke, had no doubt about Waylon Lewis’ words, and nodded vigorously.

Willow, "Yes, brother will be healthy just like big brother, and Willow will grow chubby and happy. When brother grows up, he can join us for delicious ice cream, little cakes, fries, and hamburgers..."

Willow counted her favorite foods on her fingers, looking especially adorable.

Waylon Lewis lovingly tweaked Willow’s small nose, "Little glutton, it’s you who wants to eat, right?"

Willow embarrassedly touched her little belly, "Yes, I’m really hungry."

Waylon Lewis glanced at his watch to check the time; he had been preoccupied watching the baby, and it was already past noon.

"Let’s go eat first."

Alitzel Williams stood up and checked the time, "Oh, it’s so late, I forgot to arrange for lunch. I’ll stay to take care of the baby, you all can go eat first."

Hope said, "No need, Mom. I’ll take care of the baby here. You guys quickly go eat."

Waylon Lewis stood beside Hope, "Yes, you all go ahead."

The old man saw this and said, "Alright, Waylon, you stay with Hope."

Alitzel Williams wanted to say something.

The old man looked at Alitzel and said, "Don’t persuade further, let’s leave some private space for Waylon and Hope with all of us making such a ruckus here."

Alitzel Williams suddenly realized and laughed softly, "Alright then, we’re leaving. Mom will have someone bring you back later. By the way, the baby was already fed some formula when she woke up."

"Okay, thank you, Mom."

After everyone left, the hospital room quieted down. Hope sat on the sofa holding the baby while Waylon Lewis walked up gently, "You take a break, let me hold her."

Hope looked up at Waylon, with a hint of laughter in her eyes, and didn’t refuse, as Waylon hadn’t held the baby yet.

"Alright, hold her steady."

Hope carefully handed the baby to Waylon Lewis.

Waylon awkwardly moved his arms, his handsome face instantly tensing up.

Hope couldn’t help but smile at his expression.

Waylon stretched out his hands, froze in place motionlessly, and at the moment of accepting, he didn’t know how to hold this little thing, resulting in her being suspended in mid-air.

Hope blinked her sparkling eyes, the smile on her face deepened, "Don’t drop our son."

Waylon kept a close eye on the little guy, worried something might happen, "I won’t."

Hope looked at his stiff and odd posture and personally adjusted his position, "Like this, this hand should be here, right, and this hand supports here, done."

Maybe the baby was uncomfortable being held by Waylon, she kicked her legs in his arms and fluttered randomly; her beautiful eyes constantly moving like searching for something.

Waylon instinctively held a bit tighter, and the little one in his arms was about to cry out.

Seeing this, he panicked and tried to mimic Hope soothing the little one, gently rocking his arm.

But it had no effect, and the little one whimpered twice before starting to cry.

"Don’t cry! Don’t cry!" Waylon initially tried to coax the little one by imitating Hope, but the little one seemed to want revenge, opened her mouth wide, and cried even louder.

Hope quickly took the baby into her own hands, skillfully checking if the baby had wet herself.

Upon checking, she indeed had wet herself.

"Don’t be so nervous, the baby just wet herself."

Hope couldn’t help laughing looking at Waylon’s expression.

"Good baby, are you uncomfortable? Mommy will change you, alright..."

Waylon watched Hope skillfully handling it and stepped forward, silently memorizing the steps.

"I’ll do it next time."

"You? You know how?"

"Yes." Waylon nodded, "I can learn. You teach me, and once I learn, you won’t have to do it anymore."

Hope raised her delicate eyebrows, "Alright, since President Lewis is determined to be a stay-at-home dad, I’ll leave the baby to you in the future."

"Yes, leave her to me."

Hope handed the cleaned-up little one to Waylon, "Here, hold her."

Waylon hurriedly took over, raised an eyebrow, and the little one squirmed in his broad arms, her round eyes curiously gazing at him, pouting slightly. Just when Waylon thought she might cry again, she smiled happily.

Hope laughed lightly with surprise, "Waylon Lewis, look, the baby is smiling at you."

Seeing those little features scrunched up and smiling with bent eyebrows, it was so adorable, Waylon couldn’t help but smile along.

Soon someone brought their lunch over, Hope pursed her lips, "Let’s eat first, I’ll hold him for a bit."

Waylon Lewis, now clearly more skilled in holding than before, said, "You eat first, don’t worry about me."