She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 81

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 81

Waylon Lewis narrowed his eyes, unsure if he believed her, and without a word, his
deep gaze briefly met Joy Ward’s.
Joy seemed genuinely frightened, tears streaming down her face as she bit her lip,
painting a picture of innocence and pitiful misery to th e fullest, “Waylon, are you
suspecting me?”
Waylon looked at her and his expression softened somewhat. The situation was still
unclear, and Joy indeed had been very anxious at the time, urging him to save Hope
Williams. Without her, things could have turne d out much worse for Hope today. While
he had his doubts, he had no reason to suspect her.
Waylon nodded slightly, “No, thank you for saving her. You should go rest now.”
Joy sobbed, “It’s most important that Miss Williams is alright now. Waylon, let me ta ke
care of Miss Williams. She’s not in danger anymore. You… you should go change your
clothes.”
Waylon’s clothes were covered in Hope’s blood, in large patches that had mostly dried,
mingled with the disinfectant from the hospital.
...
Waylon nodded, perso nally escorting Hope to her ward and making sure everything was
in order before leaving.
With a wave of his hand, Thomas Hughes immediately approached.
“Go investigate.”
“Yes.”

When Hope Williams woke up, the first thing she saw was a ceiling blanketed in white.
The smell of disinfectant surrounded her. She blinked, propping herself up on the bed,
leaning back against it with an extraordinarily calm gaze sweeping over the woman
beside her.
Seeing Hope awake, Joy slowly got up, the small knife in her hand pe eling an apple,
she pulled the corner of her mouth up with satisfaction, “You’re awake, huh? I must say
you really do have a big life; you just can’t seem to die.”
Hope glanced at her coolly, her chilly gaze sending a shiver down Joy’s spine.
It was a gaze as cold and as burdening as Waylon’s.
Joy clenched her teeth, “What are you looking at me like that for? I just pulled on you. It
was your own fault for falling. Don’t blame me.”
“You really are despicable.”
Joy crossed her arms and let out a cold snort, “If I didn’t do that, how could I have
stopped you from exposing me, Hope Williams? You’re to blame for not appreciating
what you have.”
“You think like this, you can cover up your crimes?”
Joy curled her lips into a cold smile, “Do you have any evidence i n your hands now?
Even if you do, how many people would believe the prescription you have was indeed
given to the old man by me? Hope, don’t be so naive. Between you and me, they will
always choose to believe me.”
Hope watched her laugh triumphantly, withd rew her gaze, and sarcastically curled the
corner of her lips, “Lies can’t be kept forever. One day, your deeds will come to light.”
“But I’ve won now, haven’t I, Hope? And I will keep winning against you. You might as
well resign now to avoid an even ugli er loss.”
“You are really despicable and shameless.”
“Despicable and shameless? So what? As long as I can win, as long as I can marry
Waylon, I can do anything…”
“You bitch!” A sharp scolding came from the door.
“Slap!” A heavy slap landed hard on Joy’s arrogant face.
“Ah!”

Joy was momentarily stunned, her hair plastered across her face, feeling a numb pain
on her left cheek.
When she came to her senses, she glared furiously at the woman before her.
“Are you crazy , why do you — ah…”
Aria Richardson grabbed Joy by the hair and, without hesitation, slapped her face twice.
“I was wondering how Hope could have fallen down the stairs without reason when I got
the call; turns out it was you. Is there anything you do beside s wreaking havoc and
courting death? You ask for a beating, you get a beating. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure
these slaps count!”
“Ah… Let go of me… Let go!”
Joy, being yanked and unable to retaliate, let out a piercing scream in anger.
Aria released Joy’s ha ir, flinging her away.
Joy fell to the ground in a terrible mess, clutching her face that was both painful and
numb, almost exploding with rage.
She got up, aiming to lash out at Aria, but Aria pushed her away with a slap.
“You… Bitch! Lunatic, you all are bitches!” Joy bellowed, “This isn’t over yet!”
Hope picked up the water nearby and sipped it leisurely; not a single trace of warmth
showed in her calm eyes.
“Psycho,” Aria muttered.
“Aria, stop. Don’t hurt your hand.”
Aria shook her somewhat sore hand, h er mouth curving slightly, “It does hurt a bit. This
‘kill a thousand enemies, harm yourself eight hundred’ tactic isn’t usually my style, but
she kept asking for it. Besides, a few slaps can hardly make up for the pain you’ve
endured.”
“You…” Joy’s eyes w ere filled with vicious rage, as if she had lost her mind. She
grabbed a sharp decorative object nearby and fixed her gaze on Aria’s back, lifting her
hand to smash it down on her.
Right then, the hospital room door opened.

Joy’s pupils contracted, instant ly ceasing her motion and hastily retreating two steps,
her abdomen slamming against the corner of the table, then she collapsed on the floor
with a “thud”. Aria turned to see Joy in a dramatic fall as if she had been pushed by her.