She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 55

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 55

Aria Richardson couldn’t help but worr y about Hope Williams. She mentioned the video
online but didn’t talk about the ridiculous comments beneath it. Hope had done nothing
wrong, yet the trolls were accusing her of deliberately seducing men and even juggling
two at once. Aria was so infuriated that she fought with these keyboard warriors for
countless rounds and couldn’t resist calling Hope.
Hope set her phone on the holder, started her car, and shared what happened today
with Aria.
Aria’s angry curses filled the car, a reaction Hope had expect ed and found reasonable.
“Joy Ward, what kind of demon or ghost is she? I’ve seen shameless people but never
anyone as despicable as her. How could she be so disgusting? She saved Old Master
Lewis? My God, why doesn’t she just ascend to heaven? With her me dical skills, it’s a
miracle she hasn’t harmed the old man, let alone saved him! Oh, my God, I’m so
furious. If I were there, I would’ve slapped her twice, making her recognize herself
clearly. And Hope, you’re Cynthiax. She dares compare her medical skill s to yours?
Hope, reveal your identity and pin her against the wall.”
Hope held the steering wheel, her eyes fixed ahead, much calmer compared to Aria’s
anger.
She just didn’t expect Joy Ward to have the audacity to do such a thing. Wasn’t she
afraid that one day, when the old man woke up, her true colors would be revealed? And
she even had the nerve to falsely claim credit.
Hope shook her head in disbelief and chuckled.

Such shamelessness was beyond anything she had seen before.
Taking a deep breath, she e xhaled heavily, “It’s indeed infuriating, but today’s chaos
with Joy Ward wasn’t without gains; at least now I have a direct opportunity to treat Old
Master Lewis at the Lewis Family home, which saves me a lot of trouble.”
“Hope, wake up. After all they’ve done to you at the Lewises, you still want to save Old
Master Lewis? Even if he was kind to you in the past, it was your mother who saved him
first, not you. You don’t owe them anything. Let’s not do this thankless job, okay?”
“…No,” Hope answered firmly.
She couldn’t just not save Grandpa Lewis.
Moreover, Grandpa Lewis had fallen ill because of her; she couldn’t possibly give up on
saving him. She had to make him well again.
Aria was silent for a few seconds, then sighed heavily, “I knew I couldn’t persua de you.
Alright, but Hope, you must protect yourself. And now that you are in contact with the
Lewis Family so much, aren’t you afraid that Luke and Willow might be…”
“Aria!” Hope gripped the steering wheel tighter, raising her voice without meaning to.
Ar ia flinched on the other end of the phone, “What’s wrong, Hope?”
Hope’s delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed as she glanced at the rearview mirror,
her gaze locking onto the black car behind her. She steadied her emotions and calmly
said, “I think I’m b eing followed.”
“What? Where are you now? Should I come to you? Find a crowded place to park, and
don’t get out of the car alone. I’m coming right now…”
“That license plate…” Hope frowned, “It’s the Lewis Family’s car.”
“The Lewis Family?”
“Yes, their license plates are famous here in Emperor Capital.”
“Why would they follow you?”
Hope maneuvered the wheel methodically, drove to a parking spot, then steadily
stopped and got out of the car with her coat and phone in hand.
“Hello? Hello? Hope, are you alright?”

“I don’t know.” Hope’s eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze icily fixing on the car parked in
front of her. She spoke into the phone, unperturbed, “I’m fine, Aria. Can you pick up
Luke and Willow for me? I’ll come to you after handling thing s here.”
“Okay, I’m on my way. Just be careful, and call me the moment you need anything.”
“Okay.”
Hope’s hands were in her trench coat pockets as her cool gaze observed Alitzel
Williams stepping out of the car.
Alitzel held a designer handbag, her chin sl ightly raised, looking at Hope with a
disdainful and condescending gaze, exuding an aura of a long - standing high - society
woman.
Hope’s familiarity with that look was intimate; it was the same look she received from
Alitzel when they first met when Hope was eighteen — always disdainful and
condescending.
Hope’s brow slightly furrowed, her demeanor calm, her gaze direct, neither submissive
nor arrogant.
“Let’s talk,” Alitzel said sternly.
Hope lightly raised an eyebrow, her hand gesturing towards the café.
Insi de the café, Hope and Alitzel sat facing each other.
Alitzel unlocked her phone and threw it across to Hope, her eyebrow coldly twitching,
grunting, “Hope Williams, you’re evidently still trying to seduce my son.”
Hope glanced at the video on the phone; it was a sneak recording of her and Waylon
Lewis at the hospital.
Hope’s exquisite eyebrows drew together slightly, but her expression remained
unchanged, even under Alitzel’s sharp and oppressive gaze.
“Mrs. Lewis followed me all this way just for this?” Ho pe lowered her gaze, her delicate,
pale fingers gently stirring her coffee.
Alitzel snorted.
“I’m here to remind you to stop deluding yourself,” Alitzel asked coldly, her voice rich
with sarcasm, “Do you think you could ever return to the Lewis family?”