Wyatt Lewis huddled under the blanket, shivering.
Looking at Waylon Lewis's displeased expression, Hope Williams pressed her lips together, awkwardly tugging at the corner of her mouth.
What was just said had angered Waylon Lewis so much that he now wanted to skin Wyatt Lewis alive.
Wyatt Lewis was still desperately praying.
Hope Williams's eyes flickered, showing a helpless smile as she took Waylon Lewis's arm. "Just for a moment..."
"Not even for a moment, you can only look at me."
Hope Williams couldn't help but laugh, "Got it, Stingy Lewis."
The two walked to Wyatt Lewis's bedside, Waylon Lewis's face remained dark.
Because of losing Luke and Willow, Wyatt Lewis had been feeling deeply guilty, to the extent that he got hurt yesterday but didn't dare make a sound, and secretly went to the hospital to admit himself.
