She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 42

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 42

Hope Williams repeatedly dialed Wyatt Lewis’s phone, completely ignoring Joy Ward.
“Hope Williams, I really don’t know why you’re still struggling. Looking for a sense of
defeat? Hilarious.”
“Bad woman!” Willow, in front of the screen, got so angry her little face turned red, and
she couldn’t help but slam the table.
Luke was also furiou s; the Lewis Family really were all bad people. Mommy went to
help them with good intentions, and they actually barred her at the door. And that bad
woman, she was flaunting her power in front of Mommy just to irritate her. It was
detestable.
“Brother, we need to find a way to help Mommy.”
“Mm.” Luke nodded firmly, his fingers ready to work the computer keyboard, then his
gaze shifted abruptly, “No, Willow, look what Mommy is doing now?”
Hope’s expression was chilly. Joy Ward signaled to her bodyguard, who understood
and unceremoniously moved to drive Hope away.
The temples at Hope’s forehead throbbed violently, and with a cold glance at the
bodyguard, she turned towards the car behind her and got in without hesitation.
“Heh.” Joy sneered, watching Hope leav e in defeat, with unstoppable triumph in her
heart, “Competing with me, you still — ”
“Beep!” The harsh sound of a horn suddenly blared.
What?
What is this crazy woman trying to do?

Joy’s eyes widened dramatically, her entire face twisted in panic, “Hope Wil liams, have
you lost your mind?”
Her only response was the accelerating sound of the engine.
Hope didn’t hesitate and rushed towards the gate, the piercing, prolonged noise echoing
throughout the space.
With the car windows wide open, the wild wind carryin g raindrops poured into the car.
Hope narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly; her long hair draped over her shoulders was
tousled by the wind. She exuded a chilling and proud aura, and even as the bodyguard
pointed a gun at her in haste, her starry eyes remain ed unshaken, the sound of the
engine growing only louder.
With a “bang,” the iron gate was knocked askew.
The car charged into the Lewis ancestral home, unstoppable.
She had to get through this door today; she had to save the person inside.
Joy clutched he r chest in fright, watching the car break through the iron gate, zooming
in, her face in disbelief.
Where did Hope get the guts to crash into the Lewis ancestral home?
She bit her lip fiercely; no way.
She couldn’t let Hope see the elder. If she treats the patriarch on the spot, all her
secrets would be out.
She would not allow this to happen, and Joy chased after her in a hurry.
At the entrance to the main house, Joy saw Wyatt Lewis come down to meet Ho pe
personally.
“Sister - in - law, I’m sorry my phone died! Come in with me quickly.”
Hope frowned and nodded, picking up the medicine box and breaking into a run.
“Second Young Master?” Joy followed closely, frowning.
“Joy Ward?” Wyatt Lewis sneered undisguis ed, “What are you here for?”
“I came to treat grandfather.” Joy said urgently, feigning a pitiful look, with drama in her
eyes.

A mocking smile crossed Wyatt’s eyes as he stood tall and imposing in front of Joy,
leaning nonchalantly against the doorway, hi s lips curled as if he were a dandy. He
mocked, “Joy Ward, still pretending! I can’t stand women like you. Don’t you dare bother
my sister - in - law, or I won’t let you off.”
“I…” Joy wanted to say more, but Wyatt gave her no chance to speak.
A strong sense o f malice surged in Joy’s eyes.
She just didn’t understand. How could Wyatt Lewis, this arrogant playboy, someone
who flouted all decency, be so protective of Hope? And to her horror, she realized
something. Wyatt always referred to this woman as sister - in - law, even in front of
Waylon Lewis, and what was even scarier was that Waylon never objected to Wyatt’s
reference to Hope.
No objections meant acquiescence.
A terrifying thought involuntarily popped into Joy’s heart.
Could it be that Waylon still, deep dow n, regarded Hope as his wife?
Oh my God!
Joy freaked out at the thought popping into her head, stumbled back, and looked
involuntarily toward the grand and magnificent Lewis family main house, the place she
longed to enter as the lady of the house.
No, she absolutely wouldn’t allow Hope to beat her there; she would never compromise.
In the room, the patriarch had just been checked by Elder Murphy.
Elder Murphy placed the patriarch’s hand back under the quilt, frowning deeply.
Seeing Elder Murphy like that, Waylon Lewis also frowned, his presence chilling, and
asked in a deep voice, “How is grandfather doing?”
“Not too good compared to before. Have you been giving the patriarch other
medications?”
“No, the medicine we’ve been concocting for the patriarch is e xactly as prescribed by
Joy.” Alitzel Williams, holding her chest and gasping for air, was being supported by
others as she cried.
“What’s the situation with grandfather now?” Hope charged in, not letting anyone stop
her, and immediately squatted beside th e patriarch’s bed. She didn’t even have time to

catch her breath before forcing herself to calm down, her fingers resting on the
patriarch’s wrist.
Hope’s brow furrowed deeply.
How could this be!
It was even worse than she had anticipated.
Without hesitati on, Hope took out a small bottle of pills from the medicine box she had
prepared in advance, took out one, and put it in the patriarch’s mouth.
Her movements were swift; just as she was about to proceed to the next step, a sharp
voice sounded behind her.
“Hope Williams!” Alitzel saw Hope and immediately opposed her as if she saw a
nemesis from a past life, “Someone, pull her away from here.”
Hope was dragged away from the patriarch’s bedside by several servants.
Waylon’s gaze flashed, turning cold again in an instant.
The woman was sopping wet, as if she’d just been pulled out of a river; even her hair
dripped with water, laying wetly on her frail shoulders, looking as bedraggled as
imaginable.
Didn’t she know to use an umbrella when it rained?
Foolish woma n!
His cold gaze shifted away.
Her dampness was none of his business.
 
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