She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 121: Chapter 121 Willow, Her Child, Oh Her Child

Hope Williams’s entire being suddenly went rigid, as if something in her mind violently burst open, slowing everything around her down to a crawl, all sounds drifting away.

Hope Williams’s face was filled with terror as darkness instantly enveloped her vision, intense pain spreading from her heart to her entire body, making breathing as painful as if she were being stabbed with a knife.

Hope Williams abruptly dropped to her knees, staring with eyes wide open, not daring to blink, her hands trembling violently as they reached out for the little one lying motionless on the ground.

She desperately opened her mouth, her shaking fingers afraid to touch Willow’s delicate, pale face, “Willow… Willow… please, don’t scare Mommy… Willow…”

Hope Williams was in so much pain that tears couldn’t even flow out; she desperately clutched at Willow’s bleeding wound.

“You can die too.”

The kidnapper suddenly lifted his hand, the blade pointing straight at Hope Williams.

“Bang.” Waylon Lewis instantly stood up, restraining one with his hand, followed by a fierce sweep of his long leg.

Two sounds of “crack crack” of breaking bones were heard.

“Ahh!” Scarface let out a piercing scream as Waylon Lewis brutally snapped his hand.

The man before him was like a demon that had emerged from hell.

With each step, the man closed in, his presence as if bearing the ominous fire to extinguish lives.

Scarface felt every cell in his body tremble with fear as he backed away, clutching his arm, “Don’t come any closer, stay away!”

Waylon Lewis bit down hard on his back teeth, grabbed Scarface by the throat and forcefully pressed him against the railing, below was a sixty-floor drop.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Scarface was completely terrified.

“Die!” Waylon Lewis roared.

The crowd below let out a series of gasps as they watched the man above fall straight down with a scream.

Blood splattered instantly, and Scarface’s brains spilled out onto the ground, pearls scattered from his shattered skull, bleeding from every orifice, his death a gruesome sight.

…

Hope Williams held the child and ran desperately; she felt the tiny person in her arms so fragile, so fragile that with the slightest pressure, she felt as if she would cease to exist.

Waylon Lewis handed Luke over to Wyatt Lewis and chased after Hope Williams.

Racing like the wind and lightning, Waylon Lewis ran every red light, never taking his foot off the gas pedal.

In ten minutes, Willow was brought to the hospital.

The hospital doctors were shocked at the sight.

“Type A blood, non-allergic constitution, stabbed in the left chest, breathing, unconscious, heartbeat per minute… fifty, slower!”

These words had repeated in Hope Williams’ mind thousands of times on the journey, quickly and mechanically reported.

The attending physician immediately took the blood-soaked child from Hope Williams’ arms, “We’ll do our best.”

As the doors to the emergency room closed, Hope Williams collapsed to the floor as if her soul had left her body, her gaze hollow.

Blood, her hands were covered with Willow’s blood, glaringly conspicuous.

Endless fear spread wildly throughout her body.

Waylon Lewis’s deep eyes were pitch-black, devoid of any light; he stood silently.

A man and a woman, one standing still, one slumped over, everything seemed to freeze at this moment.

Passersby, whether doctors or patients, were subdued by the oppressive atmosphere of the emergency room, not daring to breathe loudly.

Wyatt Lewis, Thomas Hughes, Aria Richardson, and Benjamin Myers all arrived and stood quietly behind, no one dared to make a sound, simply waiting in silence.

Quiet.

Dead silent.

After an unknown length of time, the man who had stood motionless finally moved, bending down to embrace the woman on the ground, holding her tightly and softly comforting, “It’ll be alright, the ground is cold, get up first.”

Hope Williams moved her neck and slowly raised her hand, her eyes void of any light, her voice hoarse from not speaking in a long time, she asked, “Willow will be alright, won’t she?”

Waylon Lewis kissed Hope Williams’s forehead deeply and said warmly, “Yes, she’ll be alright.”

He didn’t know if he was comforting Hope Williams or himself.

When Hope Williams asked the question, she knew the answer in her heart, yet still sought a sliver of emotional comfort.

“Hope Williams!”

A furious roar came from behind her.

Hope Williams stiffly turned her head, a strong gust of wind rushing towards her face.

With a crisp “snap” sound.

The anticipated pain didn’t come, someone had blocked it, and Waylon Lewis’s face had been struck to one side.

Hope Williams’s hollow eyes looked at Waylon Lewis, with ripples faintly emerging.

Waylon’s eyes were filled with a chilling coldness, looking at Alitzel Williams, “Have you had enough yet?”

Alitzel Williams stared at Hope Williams and then turned to Waylon Lewis, becoming even more furious, staring at Hope Williams she raged.

“You! This is outrageous! Who allowed you to take my Lewis Family’s child and run off, who gave you the courage?”

Alitzel Williams’s fury was uncontainable, “Not only did you take the child away, but you also had no ability to take care of her, getting her into this state, how on earth can you be a mother? Tell me, how can you be a mother?”

Waylon Lewis helped Hope Williams to her feet, but her stiff legs couldn’t move an inch.

Compared to Alitzel Williams’s crying that was desperate and shrill, Hope Williams was expressionless from start to finish, not crying, not making a fuss, just holding it in all by herself.

The person most distressed by the child’s predicament was Hope Williams.

“Speak up,” demanded Alitzel Williams, her composure as a lady completely abandoned, bellowing in rage.

Hope Williams hung her head low, and it took a long time before a faint voice could be heard, “I’m sorry.”

Alitzel Williams felt she was about to go insane, she found it unbelievable when she discovered Hope Williams had a child, nearly fainting from excitement, and when she heard the news of the kidnapping, she nearly couldn’t catch her breath.

Sorry?

What’s the use of being sorry?

At that moment, the doors of the emergency room finally opened.

Everyone surged forward, and Hope Williams asked, “My child, how is she?”

The doctor removed his mask and shook his head gravely.

“The child’s condition is not optimistic, you need to be prepared, she is very weak right now and can only survive with the help of a ventilator, she might pass away at any moment.”

Silence.

A deathly silence spread among everyone.

Alitzel Williams took a couple of deep breaths, “What…what did you say?”

“Mom!”

Alitzel Williams fell straight down, and Wyatt Lewis reached out to catch the fainting Alitzel Williams.

Hope Williams gasped for air, but no matter what, she couldn’t breathe properly.

She bent over, her hands clutching her chest tightly, her heart aching as if it were being viciously torn apart.

The pain was unbearable, she couldn’t breathe.

Biting down hard on her teeth, she sobbed, but could not make a sound,

She was embraced tightly by someone, as Waylon Lewis pulled her into his arms and closed his eyes.

It was the beginning of autumn, yet it felt as cold as the dead of winter.

Hope Williams struggled frantically, “Let go of me, let go, I need to be with Willow, Willow…ah…”

Tears finally fell in large drops, the pain uncontrollable, her heart as if it was ripped open.

Willow, her child, her child.

“Hope Williams, Hope Williams, calm down, calm down…” Waylon Lewis held onto the struggling Hope Williams tightly, clenching his back teeth.

Willow was his daughter, how could he not be heartbroken.

Sorrow spread among all present.

In the intensive care unit, Hope Williams stayed by Willow’s side all night, gazing at her pale, colorless little face, Hope Williams was devastated.

“Boss.”

Waylon Lewis stood at the entrance of the intensive care unit, standing silently for who knows how long, with Thomas Hughes standing behind him, gently reminding him.

“Have the people been summoned?” Waylon Lewis asked with a hoarse voice.

Thomas Hughes lowered his head, “Not yet.”

The hand hanging by his side clenched tightly, whitening at the knuckles.

Every industry has its rules, especially for professional assassins like them, revealing the employer meant endangering family members, even if they died, the organization would not spare their families.