She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 150

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 150

“Mommy!” Luke and Willow also sensed the danger.
“Sit tight.” Hope Williams’s eyes turned cold as she swiftly spun the steering wheel, the
car lunging forward. Without hesitation, she charged toward the assailants, who hastily
dodged while their clubs continued to rain down on the car.
The passenger side window shattered violently.
“Follow her.”
Hope Williams’s brow knitted tightly, “Luke, call the poli ce.”
“I’m on it.” Luke swiftly called the police and sent the car’s location to them.
Hope Williams speedily drove toward the exit of the apartment complex, while the car
behind closely followed, sticking to her rear bumper.
Hope Williams told the children to buckle up and sit tight before she floored the
accelerator and sped up.
It was clear that these people were here for revenge.
Hope Williams hadn’t wronged them, so they must have been hired by someone else to
seek vengeance.
Hope Williams kept increasi ng the car’s speed until suddenly a black car appeared in
front, forcing her to slam on the brakes and come to a halt.
A violent collision sounded.
The car was hit hard from behind, caught in a pincer attack, leaving Hope Williams no
room to escape.
Luke h eld Willow tightly as Hope Williams, not wanting to hurt the children, gritted her
teeth and got out of the car.

The car had been stopped; one door wasn’t going to keep these people out.
“Mommy!”
“Don’t get out, stay in the car.” Hope Williams abruptly shu t the car door, positioned
herself in front of the rear door with a calm demeanor, and coldly scrutinized them one
by one.
There were about a dozen men, each one a professional with bulging muscles on their
arms and clubs in hand, watching as Hope Williams stepped out of the car.
“She’s quite a beauty.”
The men laughed wickedly, “Big Boss, it’s gonna be a blast with such a pretty thing.”
“You bastards, if anyone gets her, it’s me first,” the leading man laughed, revealing
yellow teeth and leering at Hope Wi lliams with beady eyes.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Ha ha ha ha, beautiful, we’re gonna be your men tonight, take her down.”
The men, seeing Hope Williams as defenseless, grew even more brazen.
A man reached out to grab her.
Hope Williams dodged swiftly.
Seei ng his grab miss, the man grew more interested. For five years overseas, Liam
Cloud had forced her to train in martial arts for a year.
Now, it came in handy.
“Don’t dodge, beauty.”
Hope Williams sidestepped, delivering a kick to the man’s groin, causing h im to howl in
agony, clutching his vitals.
“Get lost.”
“She’s got some skills; everyone, attack together, whoever catches her gets to sleep
with her tonight,” commanded the leader, energizing the crowd.
Fists flew by her ears. Hope Williams narrowly dodged several times, but ultimately, she
was outmatched, especially being a woman alone.

Her strength and speed quickly fell behind.
A man grabbed her shoulder and flung her. She slammed into the car behind her, a dull
pain radiating from her waist.
The man adv anced with a menacing grin, but then Luke and Willow rushed out of the
car and stood in front of the man, arms spread.
Luke glared at the man with fierce eyes, “Don’t you dare touch my mommy.”
“Where did this brat come from? Get lost, or I’ll toss you into the sea for the fish,” the
man threatened.
Luke’s gaze remained stern, not showing any fear, “My daddy is Waylon Lewis, and
he’s on his way. If you don’t want to die, get lost.”
Luke’s expression was cold; he was the spitting image of Waylon Lewis with a taut face,
and his roaring presence was undeniable.
“I don’t care who your dad is, move. I’m taking your mom,” the man pushed Luke aside.
“Luke!” Hope Williams exclaimed.
Holding Willow, driven by unknown courage, lunged forward and bit fiercely into the
m an’s leg.
The man screamed in pain.
“Get off, you brat!” the man grabbed Willow and threw her to the side.
Hope Williams pushed herself up with all her strength and swung a punch at the man’s
face.
The man was surprised Hope Williams could still stand, but her strength and speed
were clearly inferior, and he easily held back her strike.
“You’re among the rare women who put up a fight.”
Hope Williams glared fiercely at the tattooed man, “Who gave you the right to touch my
kids?”
Hope Williams suddenly grabbe d a knife that had fallen to the ground and stabbed
fiercely toward the man’s arm.
The man reeled back two steps in searing pain, and this only served to infuriate him
further.

Baring his teeth in a snarl, he pulled the knife embedded in his own hand and g rabbed
Hope Williams by the throat, “You’re looking for death, I’ll grant you that.”
“Bang!” A gunshot rang out.
The man in front of Hope Williams collapsed to the ground at the sound.
Then, a stream of bright car headlights shone over, and Waylon Lewis, c lad in a trench
coat and holding a gun, fired off several shots at the thugs.
His eyes seemed to be bloodshot with rage. A man rushed towards him, swinging a fist,
but Waylon Lewis raised his hand, gripping the assailant’s arm tightly.
With a “crack,”
a sc ream of excruciating pain followed as the man’s arm was dislocated by Waylon
Lewis.
“Bang.”
With a somber expression, Waylon Lewis silenced him forever.
Thomas Hughes immediately led his men forward to subdue the rest.
Waylon Lewis’s eyes were blood - red as the car lights brightly illuminated the area. He
looked at the woman in front of him and, with a headache splitting his head, pulled her
into his embrace.
“Hope.”
In the moment she saw Waylon Lewis, Hope Williams’s heart finally settled, and her
tears unc ontrollably spilled over, “Luke… Willow…”
“They’re fine, I’m taking you to the hospital,” said Waylon Lewis in a deep voice, his
eyes full of brooding darkness.
He couldn’t bear to think of what might have happened had he arrived a moment later.
Hope Willi ams was taken to the hospital; fortunately, she wasn’t seriously injured. Her
wrist was dislocated, her knee was cut by a knife blade leaving a ghastly wound, her
lower back was bruised from an impact, and her neck bore deep scratches.
Hearing the list of injuries from the doctor, Waylon Lewis’s gaze darkened further, and
an aura of murderous intent engulfed him, frightening the doctor into trembling.

Once Hope’s wounds were dressed, she was reluctant to stay in the hospital, and
Waylon Lewis, with a stern face, took her home.
Mia Fuller somehow got wind of what happened and rushed to the Lewis Family home
overnight to see Hope.
Mia Fuller looked at Waylon Lewis anxiously and asked with concern, “Brother Waylon,
how could something like this happen, it’s des picable. Did Sister Hope offend
someone? Is she alright? Can I see her…”
“Get out.”
Waylon Lewis barked in a furious growl.
Mia Fuller stood frozen in place, staring dumbly at Waylon, too scared to make a sound.
She had never seen Waylon Lewis so enraged. His glare passed over her as if he
wished to reduce her to ashes.
Finally, she fled in panic under his explosive gaze.
Waylon Lewis slammed the door and entered the room.
Hope was still unsettled by the night’s events, but thankfully, Waylon had arrived in
time; otherwise, the outcome was too dreadful to contemplate.
Sitting up in bed, Hope winced in pain at every movement.
Waylon Lewis sat at the bedside and started to turn her over.
“What are you doing?”
Waylon Lewis pressed down on her body with a heavy look, lifting her shirt at the back
to see the bruising wound, his angry eyes filled with tenderness.
He picked up some ointment.
A cold touch on Hope’s lower back dispersed in waves of pain.
Without a word, Hope knew from his face just how upset Waylon Le wis was.
“Waylon, are Luke and Willow okay?”
“They’re in their room, asleep.”
“That’s good, they…”

As Waylon continued to apply the ointment, “They’re fine, just some superficial injuries.
Take care of yourself first.”
“What happened to that man today?”
Wa ylon’s hand, sparked by the sudden fury in his eyes, unintentionally pressed harder,
“Killed him.”
To touch his woman was to court death.
Not reducing them to ashes was already merciful on his part.
“Ouch — ” The ointment touching the wound brought a numbing pain, and Hope shivered
slightly, looking at him anxiously, “Really? Did you…?”
Waylon Lewis suppressed his anger and softened his touch, taking a deep breath, “Sent
them to the police station.”
Hope breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good.”
She pursed he r lips, “I don’t know them. I haven’t offended them. They were hired for
revenge.” Hope made a simple analysis.
“I will investigate.”
After the ointment was applied, Waylon Lewis gently turned Hope back over and tucked
her in.
“You just need to sleep now.”