She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 152

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 152

The photo clearly showed Hope Williams’ face, and Mia Fuller smiled with satisfaction.
“What’s going on, Mia? Your fiancé is dining with another woman and even holding her
hand, yet you can still smile? Have you gone mad? ”
With a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, Mia sent the photo she had snapped
to Waylon Lewis.
Her heart was both angry and relieved. Alexander Knox was so eager to call off their
engagement because he already had someone else in mind, and that pe rson was Hope
Williams. What was so great about Hope that so many men were blinded by her?
The fact that Alexander Knox liked Hope Williams to the point of breaking off the
engagement with her felt like a huge insult.
But now that she had taken this pictur e and sent it to Waylon, she could already
imagine how furious he would be when he saw what a flirtatious person Hope was.
Thinking of this, Mia couldn’t help but let her lips curl into a smile.
This was perfect. She didn’t expect Alexander Knox to do her such a big favor.

“You don’t understand, he’s not the one I like. What does it matter to me whom he’s
with?”
What mattered was that this could be used to bring down Hope Williams.
Mia’s lips curled up without a trace as she set down her chopsticks and sash ayed over.
Hope immediately withdrew her hand from his grip, her voice cold and slightly
displeased, “I accidentally fell, it’s not a big deal.”
“With a bandage like that, how can it not be a problem?” Alexander’s expression
darkened slightly.
At that moment,
“Sister Hope, you’re here for dinner?”
Mia greeted Hope with a warm and gentle face, her eyes swiftly turning to the man
beside her, her gaze filled with strong surprise, “Alexander, what are you doing here
too?”
Mia feigned astonishment, c overing her mouth as her eyes darted between Alexander
Knox and Hope Williams, as if she suddenly understood everything.
“You… are you two on a date?”
“President Knox, that’s going too far. You are Mia’s fiancé, how could you go on a date
with another woma n? That’s really too much,” Naomi Woods, Mia’s friend, asked shrilly.
Mia immediately put on a deeply wronged expression, “Alexander, I know you don’t like
me, but we still have an engagement, you can’t go behind my back… behind my
back…”
Mia bit down hard on her teeth, leaving the rest unsaid, as if suggesting they had done
something shameful.
Hope’s brows furrowed slightly, a chill spreading over her.
She really didn’t know that Mia Fuller and Alexander Knox were engaged.
No matter what, she shouldn’t hav e to look at them as if they had committed some
unforgivable act.
In broad daylight, amidst the hustle and bustle, they were maintaining a decent
distance, sitting together for a meal, in the most ordinary way possible.

Hope lightly tugged at her lip and b egan to explain, “Miss Fuller, I think there’s been a
misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?” Tears instantly welled up in Mia’s eyes, portraying the look of a
woman who caught her fiancé cheating, helpless and aggrieved, “Sister Hope, I’ve
always treated you like a sister, but why do you treat me like this? By doing this to me,
where do you leave my dignity?”
“And weren’t you with Brother Waylon? Now you’re with Alexander too, you… you’re too
much.”
“You’re a slut who’s two - timing!” Naomi Woods glared at Hope.
Two - timing!
Hope’s brows knitted together, a flicker of coldness in her eyes.
Their voices were so loud, as if afraid those nearby couldn’t hear.
“Mia Fuller, what are you making a scene about now?” Alexander’s eyes narrowed with
anger, his gaze burn ing into Mia.
Tears rolled down Mia’s cheeks as she began to cry, “Me, making a scene? Alexander,
am I making a scene? I like you so much, yet you were the one who wronged me first.”
“Hope Williams and I are innocent. You can slander me if you want, but do n’t slander
her,” said Alexander as he grabbed Mia’s hand, apologized to Hope, and started to walk
out with Mia.
“I won’t go, I want you to clarify things today.”
Alexander’s brows were deeply furrowed, his handsome face and the cold aura around
him were c lear indicators of his anger.
“Clarify what? Mia, I already proposed a separation, and you agreed. Now, we just need
to explain it to our parents. On what grounds do you question me now?”
“Did Hope Williams and I sneak around or embrace? We sit in a busy r estaurant, eating
with proper behavior. Don’t use those disgusting words to describe us.”
Alexander was known for his patience, but this time he was truly angry.
He stared at Mia coldly.
“Moreover, you don’t really care whom I’m with, today you just happened to find an
opportunity to slander Hope Williams — because of Waylon Lewis, am I right?”

“You… you!” Mia trembled all over.
Her inner thoughts laid bare, Mia felt as if her face had been slapped hard several
times.
Soon, however, she regained her feeble demeanor, “Why would you say that about me?
I never agreed to the separation. It was you who did something wrong, yet you’re
scolding me here.”
Mia’s face was full of suffering as she hung her head low, giving the impression of a
rightful partner who caught her husband cheating with another woman, where the
husband still defended the other woman, feeling helpless and anguished.
All around them, eyes turned with hushed whispers.
“What’s going on? This is explosive, the rightful partner catches her husband cheating
with a mistress, and there’s drama.”
“That man’s a scoundrel, engaged and yet involved with another woman, blaming his
fiancée when it’s his fault, that’s despicable.”
“And that woma n, how could that mistress shamelessly sit there? She’s far too arrogant.
If I were the fiancée, I would have slapped that mistress several times already.”
“Exactly, luring a married man, relying on a pretty face, and acting shamelessly. Such
women are awf ul, she should be stripped and exposed to the public’s gaze, lose her
face completely. Let’s see if she dares to seduce anyone’s husband again.”
The murmurs around them grew louder and more intense, everyone relishing the
spectacle of tearing down the “mis tress”.