She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 279

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 279

by the L ewis Family “All right, Vivia, go do whatever you need to do. Waylon has Hope
here, he doesn’t need your concern. Besides, you’re not related to the Lewis family, and
we can handle our own affairs. We feel embarrassed for troubling you to come here.”
Alitz el Williams’s point was clear: Mind your own business.
A hint of embarrassment surfaced on Vivia Fuller’s face, and she cast a pitiful look,
tinged with a touch of grievance, at Christopher Lewis.
Christopher frowned and said to Alitzel, “That was a bit to o harsh, Vivia was just being
kind.”
Alitzel rolled her eyes.
“Am I not being kind when I kindly remind her to not meddle in others’ affairs?”
Hope Williams slightly curled her lips without showing any emotion.
“You…,” Christopher couldn’t quite bring hims elf to say the words he had wanted to.

Alitzel Williams didn’t bother continuing the conversation with him and turned to enter
the old man’s hospital room, leaving Christopher Lewis quite displeased after receiving
her cold treatment.
Hope let out a scornf ul laugh and turned to leave; she had a myriad of tasks waiting and
no time to waste with them here.
Late at night, Hope sat in her office, processing some documents and organizing a few
medical records.
After finishing these tasks, Hope looked up at the t ime displayed on her computer; it
was nine o’clock. She stretched her arms and shut down the computer.
As soon as she left her office, her mobile phone rang.
Who would call her this late? Hope picked up her phone, seeing an unknown number.
Perhaps a wrong number, she thought, and answered the call with suspicion.
“Hello…”
“Sister Hope.”
Hope was stunned for two seconds, “Wesley?”
“It’s me, Sister Hope. Big Boss is injured.”
“What happened? Is it serious? Where are you now?”
“It’s a long story, Sister Hope. Can you please come and treat Big Boss’s wound? His
injury is quite severe, but he won’t let us take him to the hospital.”
Hope pursed her lips tightly, without hesitation, “Send me the address, I’ll be right over.”
Hope grabbed her mobile phone and car ke ys, picked up her medical kit, and quickly
headed to the elevator.
As she entered the elevator, she hesitated for a moment, then turned around and
immediately ran back to Waylon Lewis’s hospital room.
The man was standing in front of a floor - to - ceiling win dow, holding a black mobile
phone and communicating fluently in French with the person on the other end.
“Waylon, I have to leave the hospital now and won’t be able to accompany you any
longer; you should rest early after you finish your business.”

Upon he aring this, Waylon turned around and saw the slender, tall figure at the door. He
then glanced at the time shown on his phone.
“It’s nine o’clock. Where are you going with that medical kit?”
“…I,” Hope paused for a moment, “It’s a bit complicated. Can I ex plain it to you when I
return?”
Waylon’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t stop her, “Okay, be careful on the
road.”
“Mhm.” With that, Hope hurriedly strode out.
Seeing Hope in a rush, Waylon withdrew his gaze, said a few words to the person on
th e phone, then hung up and called Thomas Hughes.
Once in the car, Hope started her vehicle and swiftly drove out of the parking lot,
through the bustling city center, and following the address, she took the road toward the
outskirts. The destination was qui te remote with few vehicles passing by, so Hope
gradually started to speed up.
An hour’s journey was nearly halved by Hope’s rapid driving.
The villa was secluded, best described as sparsely populated – a region she had never
visited before, nor did she kn ow that such an isolated place housed such a grand villa.
Just as she reached the entrance and pushed the door to go in, a burst of cold wind
swept through, and a knife, swift as lightning, was suddenly pressed against her throat,
the blade smeared with bl ood, bristling with murderous intent.
Hope Williams’s body tensed up, but she kept her cool and quickly spoke out, “It’s me.”
“Sister Hope!” The person hurriedly withdrew the knife, waved their hand to signal the
hidden ones to retreat.
At that moment, Aar on Ruiz strode out to meet Hope Williams, saw her, and quickly
ushered her inside.
Hope Williams’s pace was brisk as she anxiously asked, “What happened, didn’t you all
leave?”
“It was the Lewis Family; we were ready to leave. On the road, we were intercep ted by
the Lewis Family’s people. We weren’t on guard, and they outnumbered us ten to one.
They were clearly determined to wipe us out.”
Aaron Ruiz was also injured, his eyes shone with a cold light, full of fierce killing intent.

“The Lewis Family’s peopl e? Are you sure?”
Hearing her words, Hope Williams’s eyelashes trembled, and she furrowed her brow
fiercely.
How could this be? Christopher Lewis had clearly promised her some time; why would
he suddenly strike at Liam Cloud?
Aaron Ruiz’s expression was ic y cold, filled with pent - up anger, having never been so
embarrassingly defeated. He was determined to get even.
“There’s no way I’m mistaken. Each of them had the Lewis Family crest on their
clothing, and even the firearms they used were exclusive to the L ewis Family; there’s
absolutely no mistaking it,” Aaron Ruiz said with certainty, decisively sure.
Hope Williams pursed her lips, her mind a whirl of thoughts, her brain in chaos.
“Take me to him first.”
“Big Boss is on the second floor.”
“Right,” Hope Wil liams followed Aaron Ruiz through the door, and the next moment, a
thick scent of blood assailed her nostrils.
Hope Williams’s heart tightened as she gripped the medical box in her hand.
Only a dim light was lit in the room. The noise of the door startled the person inside; the
man looked up abruptly, his piercing eyes seemingly boring right through her, sending
chills down her spine.
Hope Williams was startled.
“It’s me,” Hope Williams spoke, walking toward Liam Cloud.
“Hope Williams!” Liam Cloud narrowed his eyes, eyeing her face with both surprise and
anger, “Who has been bad - mouthing me to you?”
“Big Boss…” Wesley Ruiz shivered.
Liam Cloud’s expression was menacingly dark. Suddenly, he rose, grabbed the gun on
the table, and pressed it against Wesley’s h ead, “Did you call her here? You idiot!”
Wesley had seen Liam Cloud’s rage many times before, but it had never been this
severe. Wesley immediately knelt on one knee, bowing deeply, “Big Boss, you’re
injured, if you won’t go to the hospital, I had no choic e but to call Sister Hope over.”

Liam Cloud’s anger made the veins on his forehead bulge. Hope Williams and Aaron
were taken aback by his reaction; Liam Cloud was someone who couldn’t control his
temper and was prone to rash actions. Hope Williams quickly moved forward, grabbing
Liam’s arm, “Liam Cloud, what are you doing? Put the gun down.”
Liam stared at Wesley with frantic imperiousness, “Why did you decide this on your
own? In this situation, her coming here is like a lamb entering a tiger’s den. Are yo u
trying to kill her, huh?”
Wesley kept his head down, his body trembling slightly.
He knew, but he had to betray Hope Williams for his Big Boss.
Hope Williams raised her voice a notch, “Wesley is thinking of your best interest. You’re
injured, you won’t g o to the hospital, no one else can treat you, your wound could
become infected and give you a high fever. Do you want to wait for death?” she
questioned loudly.
Liam furiously closed his bloodshot eyes, his forehead radiating heat. He kicked Wesley
fiercel y in the chest, “Get out.”
He tightly gripped Hope Williams’s arm, his eyes dark and brooding as he stared at her,
“I’ll have someone take you back immediately.”
“Why?” Hope Williams couldn’t understand what exactly the situation was.
Her mind was in compl ete disarray.
“There’s no why, just go!” Liam’s voice was so resolute it brooked no argument.