She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 165

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 165

“It’s time to eat.”
Six dishes and a soup, a combination of meat and vegetables, elegantly plated by Hope
Williams, looked especially appetizing. Hope happily set the dishes on the table, her
face wearing a sweet smile, clearly in a good mood.
Luke and Willow c ame over immediately upon hearing Mommy’s call. Hope looked
around the living room, but Waylon Lewis was nowhere to be seen.
“Where is Waylon Lewis?”
Luke and Willow shook their heads indicating they didn’t know.
Hearing some noise towards the balcony, Hop e headed that way and smiled as she
asked, “What are you doing here?”
Waylon stood on the balcony, smoking one cigarette after another.
Hope noticed the expression on Waylon’s face and sharply sensed something was off,
her smile fading slightly.
“What’s th e matter?”
Waylon gave her a fleeting glance, his dark, ink - like pupils tinged with a mist that made
it hard to read his emotions.
“You know Liam Cloud, right?”
Hope’s pupils contracted, her expression freezing on her face due to Waylon’s words.
The sudden interrogation left Hope uncertain about how to respond.
“You better answer me honestly,” Waylon spoke in a grim tone.
Hope’s eyes darkened, “By asking this question, don’t you already have an answer in
your heart?” Why bother interrogating her here.
“Hah. ”
Waylon sneered coldly, pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“No wonder every time he is mentioned, your expression is always off, always hiding
something. So, that’s it, Hope, what is your relationship with him?”
“…Friends,” Hope answered.

“Friends? What kind of friends?”
“What else can it be? What do you mean, what are you suspecting, Waylon?”
Hope was getting annoyed by his accusatory tone.
Waylon, frustrated, extinguished the cigarette in his hand and took a deep breath, “Do
you really need me to spell it out? Hope, have you been with him all these five years
that you were away?”
Hope clenched her fists tightly, “Yes, what’s the problem?”
Du ring her years abroad, it was Liam who had been protecting her, which Hope couldn’t
deny.
“Fine, very fine, Hope,” Waylon gritted his teeth, “I’m warning you now, cut all ties with
him immediately.”
“Why? Can’t I have friends?”
Waylon’s cold voice carried an exceptionally icy laugh, “Friends? Hope, do you even
realize how dangerous Liam Cloud is? How much do you really know him?”
“Dangerous?” A mocking laugh escaped Hope’s lips, anger stirring inside her, “Waylon
Lewis, please don’t talk about my friend lik e that.”
The man he termed dangerous had saved her life multiple times after she was
abandoned abroad by him, fiercely protecting her when she faced dangers.
Waylon had never seen her defend someone so vehemently, as if she couldn’t allow
anyone to speak i ll of that person.
It was clear how important Liam was to Hope.
Tears began to fill Hope’s eyes.
Waylon’s eyes closed briefly, realizing his tone had been too harsh and had upset her.
He forced himself to calm down and after a few seconds continued, “What do you
know? Why do you trust him so completely?”
“Whom should I trust if not the person who has repeatedly risked his life to save me?”
He spoke of someone who had never harmed her, rather had been her lifesaver time
and again. What right did he have to s peak like that?
And why shouldn’t she trust him?

If it hadn’t been for Liam, Luke and Willow wouldn’t have survived, nor would she have
escaped the raging fire.
A dull pain throbbed in Waylon’s chest, as his hands clenched and unclenched at his
sides, wave s of shock surging through his eyes, but he forcefully suppressed them, “Are
you really protecting him like this?”
She was really defending that man!
Thinking of the five years she had spent daily with Liam, Waylon felt like going insane.
Hope gritted her teeth and looked away, her voice cold, “This is my business, it’s none
of your concern.”
Waylon clenched his jaw tightly, his forehead veins bulging, hands gripping her
shoulders, forcing her to look at him.
“Fine, I ask you, if one day I end up fighting h im and one of us must die, who will you
choose?”
Hope Williams deeply furrowed her brow, staring into his eyes with no anticipation of
such a tricky question being posed to her.
He was the man she loved.
Liam Cloud was her lifesaver, whom she regarded as f amily.
She wouldn’t want either of them to die.
“I won’t choose.”
“You must.”
“Why? Why must one of you die? Can’t Waylon Lewis settle this peacefully?”
“Hope Williams.” Waylon’s voice was filled with anger, “He killed my brother. He must
pay with his life. There’s no peaceful resolution between us. I’ve marked his life, and he
won’t spare mine either. You can’t stop this.”
Hope’s eyes were filled with com plex pain.
“Now I’m telling you, first, stay away from him and cut all ties, second, don’t get involved
in this, you just need to firmly stand by my side, firmly believe in me.”
“Enough, enough, stop talking,” Hope Williams took a deep breath, “You go firs t, I need
some quiet.”

Waylon stared at her intensely, his cool demeanor squeezing out a cold smile, then he
turned and left.
With a “bang,” the front door violently shut, trembling the door frame.
Hope Williams squeezed her eyes shut, regardless of how ha rd she breathed, her chest
still felt suffocated.
After two minutes, Hope stepped out.
Luke and Willow stood by the dining table, unsure of what to do.
Hope looked at the table full of dishes and four sets of bowls and chopsticks, her eyes
full of irony an d bitterness.
…
The next day, as always before, Hope Williams went to work at the hospital until the end
of her shift, and Waylon Lewis still hadn’t contacted her.
Hope felt down all day long; even Aurora Wood noticed and couldn’t help but ask when
it was time to leave, “Hope, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?”
“You seem in a really bad mood.”
“It’s nothing, just a bit tired,” Hope picked up a cup and took a sip of water, casually
finding an excuse.
“I don’t believe that. You, a workaholic, would never complain about being tired even
after several major surgeries in a row, don’t use that excuse on me,” Aurora wasn’t
convinced.
Hope slightly tugged at her lip, still not good at complaining about her family issues to
others, “Really, it’s nothing. You should head home, you’re off work, aren’t you? Go on.”
Seeing that Hope really didn’t want to talk, Aurora didn’t ask further, “Alright, alright.”
Aurora took a chocolate bar from her bag and handed it to Hope, “Here, have
something sweet, it might brighten your mood. ”
Hope smiled and accepted it, “Thanks.”
“I’m off then. You’re on the night shift, so drive home slowly tonight.”

“Got it, go on, or stay and check a few more medical records,” Hope joked.
“No, no way!” Aurora quickly left.
Hope shook her head helplessly a nd got back to work.
It was half - past ten by the time Hope got off work. She sat in her office, opened her
phone, then closed it, sighing softly.
…
As the car entered the underground garage, Hope took her handbag and keys out of the
car, walking towards the elevator when she sensed something was off.
Soon, footsteps echoed behind her.
The dim lighting cast several tall shadows…
Hope immediately quicke ned her pace towards the elevator, the footsteps behind her
also picking up speed.
A fist whizzed past her cheek, and Hope swiftly dodged back, turning to face a pair of
extremely fierce eyes, the figure exuding a murderous aura.
Clearly, this was no ordin ary assassin.
“Who sent you?”
“That’s something Miss Williams needs to ask herself, considering who she has
offended,” the man said sinisterly.
“Hope Williams.” A cold female voice spoke, as Joy Ward, wearing a black veil,
emerged from the shadows.
“Joy Wa rd? Lucky you, not yet killed by Weston Morris.”