She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 62

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 62

Beau Harrison hastily lifted his glasses and scrambled to hand Joy Ward a tissue to
wipe her tears.
“It’s my fault, Joy, don’t be sad. You deserve it, you deserve everyth ing. Rest assured,
Joy, as long as I am here, Hope Williams won’t become the department head. I’m going
to find my father - in - law right now.”
Joy Ward finally heard the words that satisfied her, her eyes brightening. If it weren’t for
the fact that he was t he son - in - law of the vice director, she wouldn’t have spent so much
effort keeping him on the hook.
“Will that work?” Joy asked as she took the tissue from him, wiping her tears.
“Trust me one more time, Joy. I’ve got this covered,” Beau Harrison assured h er,
thumping his chest.
Joy’s eyes flickered with conflict and reluctance. “But won’t this cause too much trouble
for you…”
...
“How could it be troublesome? I am more than willing to do these things for you.”
Joy still looked hesitant as she bit her lip, “I don’t have anything against Doctor Williams,
and she truly doesn’t have the ability for this position. She has always climbed up the
ranks through connections, and I just don’t want to continue to let this kind of
atmosphere persist.”

Joy continued to c raft her image as a kind and innocent person, ensuring that all her
motives seemed benevolent.
It was laughable how some people persisted in believing such clumsy rhetoric;
Valentina River snorted with contempt.
Such innocence and kindness, but she was clearly nothing but a venomous woman
consumed by jealousy.
“I know you have a kind heart, Joy, and you’re so innocent, with no bad intentions. You
don’t need to explain, I understand. Wait for my good news.”
“Thank you, Doctor Harrison.”
As soon as Beau Harrison left, Valentina River’s expression switched instantaneously to
one of adoration for Joy Ward, approaching her eagerly, “Joy, it’s still you who gets
things done. Hope Williams, that bitch, definitely cannot s ucceed this time.”
Gracefully fiddling with her exquisite nail art, Joy curled her lips into a cold smile, “If
Hope has a connection with Director Woods, then both Beau Harrison and the vice
director won’t be very useful. Give me your phone.”
“Do you have another plan, Joy?”
“The higher Hope Williams wants to climb, the more tragic her fall will be. I want her to
never be able to turn this around.”
Joy’s expression carried a sinister venom as she dialed the number, brewing her
emotions while waiting for the call to connect. As soon as it did, her voice was filled with
sobs, “Master…”
“Joy, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“I… Can I trouble you to come to the hospital…”
After hanging up, a triumphant smile curved Joy’s lips.
Hope Williams, however you climb ed to this position, that’s how I’ll make you roll back
down.
And she didn’t just want to pull Hope down; she was also determined to secure the
department head position for herself.
Joy continued to give orders, “Also, regarding that video on the forum fro m a few days
ago, get someone to keep leaking it. We must make it clear that Hope Williams is two -
timing and has bad character. Even if it’s fake, make it seem real for me.”

“Joy, you’re so smart. I’ll take care of it right away.”
Joy smirked disdainfully with a cold laugh, with so many “capable helpers” at her side,
there was no need for her to take action herself.
Joy leant back, closing her eyes, an involuntary smile on her lips. This time, she could
rest easy without worries.
Hope Williams had been cond ucting consultations all morning and was busy until
twelve - thirty. She had planned to postpone lunch in the canteen, realizing only then that
she had promised to have lunch with Waylon Lewis.
Casting a glance at the clock, Hope carelessly tied her hair int o a ponytail and, by the
time she arrived at Crane Clearing Tower, it was nearly one o’clock already.
Because she was late, Hope sped up her pace but also noticed that Crane Clearing
Tower was eerily empty, without the usual crowd. Even though it was a wor kday, it
shouldn’t be this desolate with not a single customer in sight.
The manager, in a sharp suit, anxiously awaited at the entrance. At the sight of Hope,
he took just one look to confirm her identity before welcoming her, “Miss Williams,
President Le wis is upstairs in the private room. Please follow me.”
Hope Williams nodded perfunctorily and emitted a light sound of acknowledgement,
following the manager upstairs. She swept a glance over the still quiet and empty
second floor and couldn’t help but wo nder. She had never seen this place calm and
thought it might be closing down.
“Why are there no customers today?”
As the manager led the way for Hope, he answered her question, “Well, the big boss
said we’re not open to the public today.”
In the midst of conversation, the manager paused, opening the door to the private room
in front.
Hope’s eyes quickly caught a glimpse of Waylon Lewis sitting by the window on a
couch, basking in the afternoon sun streaming through the window, silently casting his
perfect, chiseled facial features in sharp relief.
His eyes were downcast as he moved his long fingers across the keyboard of his laptop
before him, obviously waiting for a while already.
The manager’s entrance wasn’t quiet, but Waylon Lewis acted as if he hadn’t heard, not
even lifting his head.

When Hope drew near, she herself pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Waylon,
who then leisurely lifted his gaze.
Hope also looked up, and suddenly their eyes inadvertently collided amidst the deep
black of his pupils.
His eyes were profound, dark orbs fixated on her.
Hope was taken aback, feeling he might have been waiting too long and was getting
annoyed. She opened her mouth and awkwardly said, “Sorry, I got delayed by some
patients.”
Being over an hour late indeed w asn’t excusable, and Hope felt a bit guilty.
Waylon Lewis didn’t say much, just lowering his gaze to tidy up the laptop in front of
him, pushing it aside. As Hope’s eyes followed his hand, they landed on the third - filled
water glass beside him.
Hope felt a twinge in her brow and tentatively asked, “Have you been waiting long?”
Waylon raised his eyebrow slightly, leisurely pouring her a cup of water, his lips curling
into an almost imperceptible smile.
In a low and pleasant voice, he replied, “Not long.”
Hop e let out a heavy sigh of relief, “Then… good…”
“And have been waiting just over an hour,” he said, his tone even, his words carrying a
hint of irony for Hope to pick up on.
“…”
Waylon lifted his lengthy fingers and, with a slight gesture to the manager, t he latter
immediately understood to leave to serve the dishes.
Crane Clearing Tower served their dishes quickly, and within about ten minutes, the
dozen or so dishes they had ordered were all on the table.
With the waiter gone, the private room was once ag ain empty save for Hope and
Waylon facing each other across the table.
The man leisurely picked up his chopsticks, eyes shifting to Hope, who hadn’t moved
hers.
Hope seemed to be deep in thought, her gaze slightly unfocused, with memories
flashing through her mind.