She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 160

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 160

Mia Fuller didn’t know what Hope Wi lliams was planning to do, but with so
many people around, she assumed Hope wouldn’t dare do anything. So, she
walked over.
“Sister Hope…”
With a sudden “slap,” she was caught off guard.
A numb pain spread across her left cheek, and Mia Fuller was momentar ily
stunned, staring at Hope Williams for a few seconds before she realized she
had been slapped by her.
“You… You hit me! Why did you hit me?”
Hope Williams glared at her coldly, “I am not one to advocate violence to
solve problems, but you should never h ave touched my daughter.”
Mia Fuller was shocked; that damned girl really dared to bring it up.
She was doomed.
How could Mia Fuller admit it in front of so many people?

“Sister Hope, what are you talking about? I don’t understand. How could I
harm Willow? Willow is so adorable, I would be too busy cherishing her. Sister
Hope, you must have misunderstood!” Mia Fuller instantly argued tearfully.
“What is going on? Little Ho pe, what did you just say?” Old Master Lewis also
realized that the matter was serious and asked sharply.
“Willow’s arms are covered in bruises,” Hope Williams said coldly.
“What?” Alitzel Williams immediately picked up Willow and carefully pulled up
her s leeves, only to see Willow’s pale arms marked with blue and purple
bruises.
Alitzel Williams’ heart ached.
Who could be so cruel to such a small child?
Old Master Lewis’s eyes turned frosty, and he slammed the table, his voice
ominously deep, “Who did this ?”
Hope Williams clenched her teeth, her eyes locked on Mia Fuller.
Mia Fuller’s body trembled slightly, and under Hope Williams’ gaze, she
tearfully shook her head, “Grandpa Lewis, Matriarch, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t
me, really, it wasn’t. I care for Willo w too much, how could I possibly be the
one, Grandpa Lewis, Matriarch, you know I’ve always wanted to cure Willow, I
couldn’t possibly do such a monstrous thing.”
“Is that so?” Hope Williams’s eyes were devoid of warmth, “Are you saying
that I have wronged you?”
“I don’t know why Sister Hope would say it’s me, but I really didn’t cause
Willow’s injuries.”
Mia Fuller cried uncontrollably, quickly walking over to Willow and grasping
her small hand, “Willow, Willow I know you don’t like me, but you can’t wrong
me like this, auntie didn’t hit you, I didn’t.”
Mia Fuller gripped Willow’s hand tightly, her eyes full of warning.
As if to say, if you dare speak out, I’ll make sure your mom dies!
Frightened, Willow hid in Alitzel Williams’ embrace.
Alitzel Williams hu gged Willow, her heart aching tremendously.
Her precious granddaughter, what sins had she committed to suffer so much
at such a young age.
“Matriarch, do you believe me? I really didn’t,” Mia said.

Alitzel Williams, with a soft heart, helped Mia Fuller up. Mia had been brought
up before her eyes, always kind and upright, never even willing to hurt a cat or
a dog, let alone harm the adorable Willow.
Moreover, Mia Fuller had indeed repeatedly mentioned wanting to cure
Willow, showing her genuine desire for Wi llow to get better.
Alitzel Williams looked at the cold - faced Hope Williams and furrowed her
brows, “Little Hope, could you be mistaken? I believe Mia wouldn’t do such a
thing, she has always loved Willow.”
“Sister Hope, please believe me, I truly didn’t…”
“Willow, come to mommy,” Hope Williams called to Willow, and Willow
immediately ran to her side, “Willow, tell mommy how your arm got hurt.”
Willow pursed her lips tightly; Mia Fuller’s warning gaze fixed on her.
Willow was incredibly conflicted; this evi l woman nearly killed her mommy. If
she spoke out and angered this evil aunt, what if she sent someone to kill her
mommy?
The memory of the last incident was vivid in her mind; she really didn’t want
her mommy to get hurt again.
Hope Williams looked at Willow with heartache, “Willow, don’t be afraid,
mommy and your brother are here, no one can hurt Willow now.”
Willow kept her head down, and after much struggle, she still shook her head.
Picking up a pen swiftly, she scribbled a f ew words, showing off her own flair!
After speaking, she immediately lowered her head, not daring to meet Hope
Williams’s eyes.
She knew Mommy was making decisions for her, and she couldn’t lie, but she
didn’t want Mommy to get hurt because of her.
Hope Wi lliams’s brow furrowed deeply. Being her own daughter, whether she
was lying or not, she could tell at a glance.
Mia Fuller’s expression relaxed.
That brat finally knows her place.
Mia Fuller’s arrogance flared up, “It’s normal for kids like Sister Hope to be
naughty and get bumps and bruises.”

Alitzel Williams also thought of this, “Right, Little Hope, you must be mistaken.
Willow said she fell on her own, and that slap you gave Mia was really too
much.”
Mia Fuller immediately put on a pitiful face, “Aunt, I’m fine, as long as the
misunderstanding is cleared up.”
As she spoke, Mia Fuller touched her face.
Alitzel Williams looked distressed and couldn’t help but glare at Hope
Williams, feeling increasingly that Hope Williams was unreasonable.
Hope Williams f elt that Waylon Lewis’s mom was sometimes really too naive.
“Is that really so, Willow?”
Willow slowly nodded her head.
Luke couldn’t understand why Willow would protect this bad woman, his
brows continually furrowing.
“What is Willow afraid of?” Hope Will iams asked earnestly, looking at Willow,
“Isn’t Willow the treasure that came from Mommy’s belly? Can’t Mommy tell if
Willow is lying?”
Willow lowered her head and did not speak.
“Don’t press the child, Hope Williams; it’s normal for kids to get hurt while
playing. When Wyatt was little and went out to play, he would also come back
covered in bruises,” Alitzel Williams said.
Mia Fuller bit her lower lip, her eyes also showing a hint of grievance, “Sister
Hope…”
“Can a child, by merely playing around, get th eir arm covered densely in
bruises?” Hope Williams asked through gritted teeth, “Or is it a quiet girl like
Willow, huh?”
Hope Williams’s words made everyone a bit suspicious, and Old Master Lewis
watched the scene with a gloomy gaze.
“I also believe Willo w’s injuries aren’t self - inflicted,” declared Old Master Lewis
authoritatively, his serious gaze sweeping over everyone present, “But Little
Hope, how can you conclude that Mia is the one who caused Willow’s
injuries?”
Luke took over, “Because Willow was w ith me the whole day, except when
Aunt Fuller was treating her and she was out of my sight. Later, Mommy
brought us home, and then Mommy saw the injuries on Willow’s hands.”

It was clear, the injury could only have been caused by Mia Fuller.
Mia Fuller immediately retorted, “At that time, I was treating Willow; the entire
period I was with Willow.”
“Who can prove that?” Luke’s stern gaze fixed on Mia Fuller, “Just you, Aunt?”
“I… you can ask Willow,” Mia Fuller turned to Willow, “Isn’t that ri ght? Wasn’t
Auntie always treating you?”
“As far as I know, Auntie, the last treatment you used for Willow involved
Hypnotic Treatment to heal her psychological wounds, right?”
Hypnotic Treatment is an advanced method by which psychological
specialists can heal many psychological illnesses and disorders without
medication.
Mia Fuller didn’t know why Luke was asking her this, but indeed, that was the
method she used, “Yes.”
“And this time?”
“Also yes.”
Luke nodded, “Then it gets strange, that means Willow wa s in a hypnotic state
during that time. Then how could she know what you did? What are you trying
to prove by asking Willow?”
Mia Fuller was startled!
“Next, please, Aunt Fuller, talk about the process of treating Willow, her
reactions during the treatment , and her recovery afterward,” Luke continued.
Mia Fuller was stunned again; she had not expected the child to possess such
sharp logic, throwing questions that were completely unexpected.
“Aunt, please speak clearly. Although I am not a psychologist, I ha ve read
some books on this subject and consulted some experts during this time. Rest
assured, Aunt; Luke will understand.”
Mia Fuller’s mouth twitched.
The child’s aura was incredibly aggressive.
Mia Fuller thought for a moment and, having studied psycholo gy for such a
long time, she was able to concoct some plausible explanations.
Mia Fuller methodically answered Luke’s questions, intentionally using several
obscure technical terms — she even impressed herself and couldn’t help but lift
her chin proudly.

“Hm m.” Luke nodded after listening. “Auntie has indeed proven that Willow
was completely asleep throughout.”
“Of course.” Mia Fuller smiled.
“So during that period, whatever Auntie did to Willow, Willow knew nothing
about it. If you, Auntie, had hit her, you would be the only one who knew and
the only one who got the chance, wouldn’t you?”
Just as Mia Fuller thought she had perfectly answered Luke’s question, her
facial expression froze as if it were cemented onto her face.
She just realized she had been trapp ed by his logic.
He had proven that Willow wasn’t injured before she entered the room with
him; he also made it clear that Willow claimed to have fallen due to being
unaware of everything during the hypnosis, hence her mistaken belief.
Mia Fuller lost her leverage on Willow’s reluctance to speak the truth and
inadvertently redirected all suspicion back onto herself.
Mia Fuller looked incredulously at the child.
What kind of monster had Hope Williams given birth to?
“I… really didn’t…” Mia Fuller lowered her head and clenched her teeth,
unable to admit even then.
“Who can prove it?”
Mia Fuller was so agitated it pained her chest, “…No one can prove it!”
“Hmm, so Auntie is saying you want to clear yourself of these charges with
just your word?”
Luke wasn’t talking about suspicion, but about guilt.
Old Master Lewis’s penetrating and serious gaze fell directly on Mia Fuller,
“Mia!”
Mia Fuller jumped in fright. “Grandpa Lewis… I!”
“Willow didn’t have any injuries on her arms when I handed her into y our
care.”
Mia Fuller kneeled in fright, “Grandpa Lewis, it really wasn’t me, it truly wasn’t
me, I didn’t hit Willow.”
Old Master Lewis sighed deeply, already clear in his heart whether or not it
happened, “Mia Fuller! From today onward, you are forbidden from stepping

foot in the Lewis home again. And don’t call me Grandpa Lewis; you don’t
deserve that title.”
“Grandpa Lewis, please don’t, I really didn’t, Grandpa Lewis.”
“Get out of my Lewis home!”
“No, don’t please, Grandpa Lewis, believe me…”
“Drag her out.”
At Old Master Lewis’s command, bodyguards concealed in the mansion
appeared immediately. Each grabbed one of Mia Fuller’s wrists, ruthlessly
dragging her out despite her struggles and harshly throwing her out of the
Lewis residence.
The next day, th is matter undoubtedly reached Waylon Lewis’s ears.
The low atmospheric pressure in the office made Thomas Hughes repeatedly
lower his head in trepidation.
“Cancel all collaborations with the Fuller Family.”
Thomas Hughes, shocked, looked up, “Boss, the Ful ler Family is one of our
biggest partners; many projects are in progress, and canceling the
collaboration will cost us massively.”
Waylon Lewis didn’t speak again.
Thomas knew that the decisions made by his boss were irrevocable. The
losses were indeed sub stantial, and the Fuller Family wouldn’t likely let this go
quietly.
The magnitude of last night’s incident had undoubtedly upset the Old Master,
but he had only expelled Mia Fuller from the Lewis home, not prohibiting
further interaction with the Fuller F amily. He knew the partnership between the
Fuller and Lewis Families was too intertwined, making a complete break
beneficial for no one.
Waylon understood this too but still wanted the entire Fuller Family to pay a
price for Mia Fuller’s actions, which sho wed how much he valued the Williams’
mother and sons.
There was also Miss Williams’s conduct at the Morris residence yesterday; it
was said that when Weston Morris was found this morning, he was halfway to
death.
Already limping, now it seemed he was left paralyzed from the waist down.

Thomas was thunderstruck; these two didn’t go easy when teaching others a
lesson on behalf of one another, attacking precisely at the most painful points
in a revengeful manner.
No way would the Morris and Fuller Families let this go without retaliation; a
storm of bloodshed was inevitably brewing.
With the Boss in rage, he felt it was best to ask Hope Williams to accompany
him.
After all, one thing overcomes another.
Thomas stepped out to call Hope Williams and saw, in the corridor, several
secretaries trying their best to stop a few furiously approaching figures.
Thomas’s face turned cold.
Here they came.
“Chairman Morris, our Boss is busy and not available to see you , please
leave.”
“Get out of my way, you’re nothing to stop me.”
The Morris Family, as an elite and long - standing noble family, always carried
a domineering air.
Thomas stepped forward, his face expressionless as he blocked Christian
Morris.
Christian push ed aside the secretary beside him, looked down his nose at
Thomas, and snorted coldly, “Assistant Hughes, where’s Waylon? Have him
come out and see me.”
Thomas forced a smile, “Chairman Morris, this is Lewis Institutes!”
Not a place for him to throw his we ight around.
Having worked alongside Waylon Lewis for a long time, Thomas too carried a
non - trivial presence.
Christian eyed Thomas, “I’m here to have President Lewis explain himself. If
he can’t control his woman, hand her over to us, the Morris family wi ll take
care of her.”
“Chairman, what makes you think you are qualified to discipline our
matriarch?”

What Thomas referred to was Matriarch Lewis, indicating that Hope Williams
was not just Waylon’s woman, but the future mistress of the Lewis home,
under t he protection of the Lewis family.
He questioned whether he was worthy of disciplining Matriarch Lewis.
“I don’t believe your Lewis Family would become enemies with the Morris
Family over one woman.”
Thomas scoffed coldly, “Do the Lewis and Morris Families not have a feud?”
“You’re just a mere assistant and you dare talk to me this way!”
“Let him in.” A deep voice sounded from the office.
Thomas then sidestepped and, with neither servility nor arrogance, gestured
for him to enter.
Christian glanced coldly a t Thomas and swaggered into the office.
Just as he stepped into Waylon Lewis’s office, Christian unconsciously held
his breath and became alert.
Whether it was the cold, he tugged at his open suit jacket and stood in front of
Waylon’s desk.
“President Lewi s.”
Aware of his entrance, Waylon didn’t even lift his head, a gesture that made
the normally superior Christian feel snubbed and he snorted coldly.
Waylon continued working without interruption.
“Waylon Lewis!”
After waiting ten minutes, Christian slammed his fist heavily onto the desk,
“Your woman has put my son in the hospital, you need to give me an
explanation.”
Waylon, “You should be grateful she was the one who acted, otherwise he’d
be nothing but bones now .”
“You! You’re utterly arrogant!” Christian glared furiously.