She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 122

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 122

Waylon Lewis furrowed his brows deeply, his eyes displaying the calm before the storm,
“Call Wyatt Lewis over.”
Wyatt Lewis hadn’t left the hospital and had been stay ing with Aria Richardson and
Luke the whole time. Soon, Wyatt arrived.
“Brother,” Wyatt’s voice was low and somber, his usually flippant face devoid of any
frivolity.
“Stay with her, and make sure she doesn’t come to harm.”
“Brother, where are you going?”
“Something’s come up.”
...
Waylon Lewis left coldly after dropping those words.
Wyatt only felt that at this moment, the rage emanating from his brother could incinerate
everything.
A man with a scar had died, and another bald man had been arrested.
Waylon Lewis had ordered that the bald man was not to die.
The bald man was hung from a post, his body without a single piece of intact flesh,
blood pooling on the ground.

Waylon Lewis walked coldly to the sofa and sat down, lifting his gaze — which had not a
trace of warmth — sweeping it over the man, “Who instructed you to do this?”
The bald man clenched his teeth tightly in defiance, “No one instructed me… just… I’ve
been short on money recently and thought… I could get some to spend.”
Waylon Lewis gave a sl ight nod.
Standing next to the bald man, Thomas Hughes’ whip cracked down harshly onto the
man’s body.
The bald man let out a piercing scream.
After a good ten - minute whipping, the bald man was barely clinging to life when
someone doused him with a bucket of water to revive him.
Waylon Lewis sat there, expressionless, with a cigarette pinched between his fingers,
“Ready to talk now?”
The bald man still bit down hard, refusing to submit.
Waylon Lewis let out a cold laugh and pressed the burning cigarette but t into the man’s
mangled flesh.
“Ah!” The bald man cried in agony, “Kill me, kill me, just kill me.”
Waylon Lewis stood up ruthlessly, gesturing with his finger.
A woman and a child around seven or eight years old were immediately brought in from
outside.
The bald man’s gaze shifted from a readiness to die to sheer panic; he struggled
desperately, the chains clanging loudly.
“What… what are you going to do? Let go of my wife and child, let them go!”
Waylon Lewis had a fiendish cold smile on his lips as he s tood high over the woman. As
soon as the bald man finished speaking, he grabbed the ashtray from the table and
smashed it violently against the woman.
“Ah!”
The ashtray struck her head, and blood gushed forth immediately.
Thomas Hughes kicked her in the ba ck of the knees.

With a “thud,” she fell to her knees, trembling from the pain, crying desperately, “Ah…
stop hitting, Aiden you must speak up, you must speak, are you going to watch me die
with your eyes open?”
This time the bald man’s scream was more int ense than ever; he fiercely struggled
against the chains, but to no avail.
The woman and child’s crying, the bald man’s howling, echoed through the entire room.
Waylon Lewis was unmoved.
“Let go of my wife, I beg you, spare her, she knows nothing, she has done nothing
wrong, direct your anger at me, at me!”
“What has my wife and child done wrong, huh?” Waylon Lewis asked coldly.
“My wife and child were harmed by you all; why should your woman and child have an
easy time?”
“I know I was wrong, I truly do. Kill me — I’ll pay with my life, just spare them; they’re
innocent, please spare them.”
“Spare them? Who’s going to make up for the suffering my woman and child endured?”
Waylon Lewis radiated an unsurpassable chill.
“I will, I will, I’ll tell you everything, I’ll talk! The one who contacted us was a woman,
surnamed Zhao, she’s from the Ward Family. We’ve done jobs for her before; I have her
phone number in my cell.”
Waylon Lewis’s brow furrowed sharply, clearly already having an answer in mind. He
gave the bald man a cold glance, “Kill the man, let the woman and child go.”
“I’ve told you everything, I’ve confessed everything,” the bald man yelled, “Why still kill
me?”
“Because you deserve to die.”
Waylon Lewis left after throw ing down those cold words.
In the car, Waylon Lewis leaned his elbow against the window and rested his hand on
his temple, coldly saying, “Go to the Ward Family.”
Thomas Hughes had just started the car when Waylon’s phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Waylon immediately picked up.

“Waylon Lewis,” Hope Williams’s voice was frighteningly soft, as if all her strength had
been drained.
“Uh - huh, I’m here,” Waylon replied, his heart aching at the sound of Hope’s weak voice.
“I want to go to the Ward family.”
Waylon frowned deeply, “Okay, I’ll come get you.”
At the Ward family’s villa.
Kaeli Thompson and Joy Ward lay lazily on rocking chairs, surrounded by several
servants massaging them, with cheerful music playing as they toasted in celebration.
“Congratulations, J oy, Hope’s little bastard will soon die, and Christopher Lewis and
Alitzel Williams must hate Hope for her deliberate concealment back then, and you
conveniently saved that little wild seed. Your return to the Lewis Family is now secured.”
“Mom, I just use d a little scheme. It’s just a pity that the other little bastard didn’t die. It
would have been so good if they had both died,” Joy said elegantly, sipping red wine
with a self - satisfied cold smile.
A sinister smile hung on Kaeli’s face, “Don’t worry, tak e your time. Hope will be severely
weakened this time. What can she fight against you with? Once you marry into the
Lewis Family, that little bastard will be under your care. With just a little trick, you can
make his life unbearable. It’s more interesting to torture him slowly.”
“Mom, you’re right.”
Joy smiled coquettishly. She could already imagine her blissful life after marrying into
the Lewis family.
The two women clinked their glasses together, laughing arrogantly.
“Madam, Miss, Young Master Lewis is here,” a servant came to report.
Joy’s heart leaped with joy, “Waylon has come to see me. His coming to see me now
is…”
“It must be because you saved Luke, that boy. Waylon Lewis came especially to thank
you,” Kaeli said with a smile, looking at her daught er.
Thinking of this, Joy immediately broke out into a proud smile, “Mom, I’m going down
now. Do I look okay like this? Do I look good?”
“Beautiful, beautiful, my daughter is the most beautiful.”

Kaeli looked adoringly at Joy.
Joy quickly reapplied her lipstick and hurried downstairs. The moment she saw Waylon
Lewis, her joy was unmistakable, “Waylon…”
Joy’s gaze shifted left and saw the woman standing beside Waylon Lewis.
Hope Williams!
This wretched woman’s daughter was about to die, and yet she found time to come
here.
Joy immediately dropped the smile from her face, which was quickly replaced by a full
look of worry.
Hope’s gaze was icy as she looked at Joy.
If it hadn’t been for Joy, the hijacker wouldn’t have gone berserk a nd thrown Luke and
Willow down.
Willow wouldn’t have been killed.
Hope clenched her hand tightly, a tidal wave of anger threatening to drown all her
rationality, she desperately forced herself to hold back her rage.
Joy looked at Hope’s face, once delicate , now full of exhaustion, and felt a sense of
triumph.
All she had to do now was wait for Willow Williams, that dead girl, to die, and her return
to the Lewis family would be imminent.
Joy sighed softly, her face full of sorrow as she looked at Hope, “Miss Williams, my
condolences.”
Hope’s gaze turned frosty, “What did you say?”
“The thing about Willow… I… Ah!” Joy was cut off by a shriek mid - sentence.
She felt a numbness on her face, and her mind went blank as the slap landed.
Hope stood there quietly, loo king down on Joy with disdain, her eyes devoid of any
human warmth, utterly cold.
Joy clutched her face in pain, “Why… why did you hit me?”

Hope grabbed Joy by the collar with one hand, “Is my daughter dead? Huh? I’m telling
you, she is not dead, and she w on’t die. So this ‘my condolences’ I’ll return to you.”
Joy was struck dumb with fear, her eyes frantically darting about in panic.
She had never seen Hope like this before, those eyes filled with intense malice, as
though if Hope had a knife in her hand, she would not hesitate to plunge it into her neck.
But even this was not enough to quell the hatred in her heart.
Hope closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth, “At the time, I had already persuaded
the kidnapper. Why did you have to grab Luke? Why di d you have to provoke the
kidnapper? Tell me, why?”