She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 15

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 15

“Love,” Waylon Lewis said with unwavering conviction. “I love you, deeply.”

Tears continuously slid down Hope Williams’s face, yet her lips unconsciously broke
into a smile.
“I love you too.”
…
Waylon Lewis was discharged from the hospital that very day. Luke sent surveillance
data to Hope Williams. In the car, Waylon tightly held Hope’s hand, a smile curling at his
lips, displaying the immense pleasure he felt at that moment.
Thomas Hughes, driving the vehicle, felt a warmth filling the carriage like a breath of
spring.
The air was filled with a sweet scent.
“What are you looking at?” Waylon saw Hope’s attention was all on her phone, seriously
ignoring him, feeling somewhat jealous.
“Do you think this incident wa s solely orchestrated by Joy Ward?” Hope’s eyes
remained glued to the screen.
“No,” Waylon answered.
“Yes, there’s someone helping her,” Hope handed the phone to Waylon.
The drug was administered by a man dressed as a waiter while delivering wine. After
tw enty minutes, Joy Ward clearly knew which private room Waylon was in.
Hope massaged her temples.
The person secretly helping Joy Ward was not trivial. Who could it be?
Waylon’s eyes deepened, and he gripped the phone tightly. “I’ll handle this matter.”
“Fo rget it. You have business to attend to at your company. I’ll handle it.”
Hope narrowed her eyes, already suspecting someone.
Joy had once proudly called herself Mrs. Morris. It was that strange man that day; she
felt he harbored considerable hostility tow ards her and Waylon.
If there was someone behind Joy, he was the most likely candidate.
“You go back to the company and do your work,” Hope looked up at him.

Waylon smiled, impressed how she wanted to handle things for him. His woman was so
capable.
“Alrig ht, call me if you need anything.”
Hope nodded, “I know.”
“Assistant Hughes, please drop me off here,” Hope said to Thomas Hughes.
Thomas Hughes smoothly parked the car by the roadside, and Hope, grabbing her
handbag, said, “I’m leaving now. Focus on your work, and leave the rest to me.”
“Sure,” Waylon drew Hope close and planted a kiss on her forehead.
After Hope got out of the car, Waylon averted his gaze, his handsome face immediately
reverting to its usual cold demeanor.
Thomas Hughes felt the temperature in the car plummet.
“Have someone follow her and step in to help if necessary,” Waylon commanded coldly.
“Yes.”
Hope proceeded t o the Ward house. The Ward family villa had been burned down, and
after their devastating loss, the Ward family had bought only a small villa to live in,
nowhere near their former glory.
The new address of the Ward family was still obtained by Luke, who he lped Hope find it.
Hope walked in boldly.
Upon seeing Hope, a housemaid in the Ward house rushed inside as if she had seen a
ghost, to notify them.
“Miss, Hope Williams is here!”
Knowing that Waylon would not let her go this time, Joy Ward shivered inside her home,
not daring to step outside. Now that Hope had arrived, Joy trembled, “Not seeing her,
not seeing her, drive her away…”
“But…”
Bang! The door was kicked open.
Hope stood at the doorway, her presence chilling.

Joy stepped back in terror like she’d seen the plague, “What are you doing here? This is
my house, get out!”
Without hurrying, Hope sat down on a sofa, her eyes cold and emotionless, staring at
Joy.
“Did you hear? Get out!”
“Joy Ward, who’s helping you?” Hope asked with a cold voice.
“Helping me? What are you talking about? I don’t know.”
Joy stubbornly denied everything, but Hope, as if she had expected it, slowly said, “The
private room number, the illegal drug, you weren’t capable of obtaining these on your
own. Someone planned everything fo r you, you were just a pawn. Am I right?”
“You…” Joy Ward’s eyes frantically rotated within their sockets under Hope Williams’s
gaze.
This woman, she had guessed it all.
“The person helping you is Weston Morris!”
Joy Ward suddenly looked up at Hope William s!
Caught off guard, Joy Ward’s gaze revealed her panic, captured instantly by Hope
Williams.
That devil, just thinking about him made Joy Ward uncontrollably tremble.
“Go to him, he was the one who ordered me to do it.”
Going to that devil, what good could come from angering him? Joy Ward sneered
wickedly.
“Aren’t you his wife?”
“Wife?” It was as if Joy Ward heard an extremely hilarious word, wife? The devil who
had handed her over to the bodyguards to play with, treating her like a dog?
Hahaha, it was truly ridiculous.
“Hope Williams, you’re so smart, guess it yourself!” Joy Ward laughed hideously.
Hope Williams tugged the corner of her mouth coldly, “He’s using you to achieve his
own goals!”

The sneer on Joy Ward’s face froze.
Observing Joy Ward’s expression, Hope Williams’s lips subtly curled in a smirk as she
nodded, “It seems I guessed right.”
And his purpose was to bring displeasure to her and Waylon Lewis.
Weston Morris!
In Hope Williams’s memory, there was no trace of this man, let alone having offended
him.
“Take me to him,” Hope Williams stood up.
“I won’t go, go by yourself if you want.”
Hope Williams didn’t give her any chance to resist, dragging Joy Ward outside as she
continuously screamed for help. The nearby servants stepped forward, but a stern look
from Hope Williams made them back off.
After all, they had seen how fierce this female devil could be.
Her blows could really cost lives.
Joy Ward, dragged into the car by Hope Williams, finally revealed the Morri s Family’s
address under pressure.
Seeing the Morris’s estate, Joy Ward felt as if she were looking at an extremely
terrifying place, hiding inside the car, too afraid to get out.
Hope Williams glared coldly toward the grand estate, pulling Joy Ward along as she had
no choice but to follow.
No one stopped them along the way, as if they had been notified of her arrival.
“Which floor?”
“Three…third floor…”
Hope Williams headed to the third floor.
From the moment her car entered the estate, a pair of sinister eyes were already fixed
on her.
Weston Morris sat on the third floor balcony, his lips curling coldly, “Bring her to me.”

“Yes.”
Hope Williams was brought before Weston Morris.
Seeing this man for the second time, Hope Williams still felt his gaze filled w ith a
strange oppressiveness, like a wolf ready to snap someone’s neck at any moment.
“Miss Hope Williams graces us with her presence, what brings you here?” Weston
Morris’s gaze intensely fixed on Hope Williams, “Why d on’t Miss Williams sit down and
speak slowly?”
“I won’t sit, I’m not here as a guest.”
Hope Williams’s eyes and expression were cold.
Weston Morris smiled, but the smile seemed even colder.
“Young Master Morris, when have I ever offended you?”
The man’s sm ile was mocking, “What do you mean?”
Hope Williams pushed Joy Ward in front of Weston Morris, whose eyes darkened at Joy
Ward, then shifted back to Hope Williams, “How come my pet is with you?”
“Why ask Young Master Morris when you clearly know?”
“Oh — she m ust have done something to bother you again, no matter, you can discipline
her as you see fit until you’re satisfied.” Weston Morris spread his hands generously, as
if discussing a mere plaything.