She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 19

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 19

“Joy, was she just pr ovoking us?” Valentina River stomped her feet in anger.
The more outstanding Hope Williams had been before, the more they disliked her.
They never thought that despite being expelled from school, she could still get into the
hospital, and all with that fac e of hers, as if she needed to do nothing to capture
everyone’s attention.
How could she not be jealous?
Joy Ward glared at Hope Williams’s departing figure and irritably snapped at Valentina’s
relentless chatter, “Enough, stop talking, it’s annoying.”
“Yo u really want that good - for - nothing to stay in the hospital and work with us?”

Of course not. Did Hope Williams even qualify?
She absolutely did not.
If she wanted to stay in the hospital, she would have to get her approval.
…
Today was her first day at wo rk, and Hope Williams didn’t have too much to handle. She
saw a few patients, organized some medical records, and although Director Woods had
invited her to dinner at his house, Hope Williams had declined. She needed to pick up
her two treasures from schoo l at four - thirty.
Leaving the hospital, Hope Williams put on her coat, walked to the parking lot, and just
as she was reaching for her keys in her bag to get into her car, she suddenly heard
footsteps behind her.
Hope Williams slightly furrowed her brow, p aused and sighed, “Miss Ward, do you
intend to haunt me relentlessly?”
Joy Ward didn’t bother to hide her disdain either and sneered, “It’s Miss Williams who
can’t seem to stay away.”
Hope Williams tilted her head and calmly looked at Joy, “What do you want to say?”
“Miss Williams, you’ve been away for five years. Why come back? Do you want to
rekindle old flames with Waylon?”
Whether it was yesterday’s medical emergency at the old Lewi s family mansion or her
starting work at the hospital today, it gave her a strong sense of crisis.
“Is that any of your business?” Hope Williams scoffed, “What are you afraid of? Afraid
that I’ll snatch your Mrs. Lewis title?”
“You won’t succeed. Our famil ies have already started setting an engagement date.
Hope Williams, the woman by Waylon’s side is destined to be me.”
“Oh.” Hope Williams casually oh’d, her delicate face bearing a smile that failed to reach
her eyes as she studied Joy thoughtfully.
“What’ s the meaning of this talk then?”
“Don’t get close to Waylon anymore. Don’t appear at the Lewis family mansion again.
Go back to where you belong.” Joy said, tilting her head up in arrogance.

Hope Williams crossed her arms and leaned casually against her c ar, speechless and
amused by Joy.
“In the end, you’re still afraid I’ll take your Mrs. Lewis position, right? Rest assured…”
Hope Williams paused, straightened up, and leaned in close to Joy with a cheeky smile,
“I will definitely fight you for it.”
“You!” Joy’s smile crumbled.
Hope Williams arched an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in her expression.
Just then, a Rolls - Royce drove up and stopped firmly.
Hope Williams and Joy both turned their heads; Hope Williams felt the car was familiar.
In the next moment, a tall figure with an aura of cool authority stepped out of the car.
It was Waylon Lewis.
It seemed that Waylon felt her gaze; he looked over, his deep eyes meeting hers.
“Waylon, you’re here.”
Joy, with her high heels and an initially spiteful face now rep laced with a sweet smile,
walked up to Waylon, affectionately hooked his arm, looked up at him, and said tenderly
and shyly, “Waylon, I’m so happy you could pick me up after work.”
“What are you doing?”
“I was just chatting with Miss Williams. Oh, by the w ay, Waylon, did you know? Miss
Williams has started working at the hospital too. We’re colleagues now. But after being
expelled from school, Miss Williams probably didn’t continue with medicine, right? She
must’ve gone to great lengths to get into the hosp ital.”
Joy’s voice was soft, sounding as if she was concerned about Hope.
Others might not hear the insinuation, but Hope could.
What she meant was, without continuing her medical studies, she must have used
some improper connections to get into the hospit al.
She really hated her, wanting to smear her in front of everyone, using her mouth to ruin
her reputation.
Hope Williams didn’t speak, the corners of her mouth curling up in a cold smile, ignoring
Joy’s words.

“Miss Williams…”
Joy expected a fierce retort from Hope, but instead, Hope chose to ignore her
completely. That look in her eyes, Joy knew all too well, was contempt, and a sense of
humiliation welled up within her.
Without lingering, Hope got into her car swiftly, closed the door, and drove out of the
parking space. The car left quickly, the actions smooth and seamless.
The smile on Joy’s face couldn’t hold up any longer. She bit her lower lip lightly and
slowly turned to see Waylon, only to find him watching the departing figure of Hope’s
car, lost in thought.
Angrily clenching her teeth, Joy immediately put on a frail, woeful facade and softly
called out, “Waylon, about Miss Williams…”
Waylon withdrew his gaze, a touch of helplessness in his voice, “That’s just her
temper ament. It’s fine as long as you’re not like her.”
Joy finally understood. His words seemed to be advising her, but why did she detect a
hint of indulgence towards Hope in his tone?
And perhaps that indulgence was something even he hadn’t noticed.
Joy clenc hed her fists, wishing she could drive and crash into Hope.
“Let’s go.”
Joy nodded gently, her expression still carrying sadness and grievance, “Alright.”
…
“Mommy, we missed you so much.”
Hope Williams’s smile was warm as she hugged her treasures tightly, “Babies, Mommy
missed you, too. Did you have fun at school today? Tell Mommy, did anything
interesting happen at kindergarten?”
“We had fun, Mommy. Today during nap time, Brittany River wet the bed and was
crying so much. I saw it, and Willow even comfort ed her, right?”
“Is that so? How did Willow comfort Brittany?”
“Willow told him that it’s okay to wet his pants at five years old because that’s not
embarrassing. After all, not everyone is like Willow who never wets the bed. But I don’t

know why, as Willo w comforted him, his face just got redder and redder, and in the end,
he ran off looking unhappy. Why is that?” Willow tilted her little head in confusion.