She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 122: Chapter 122 The Debt That Must Be Repaid

Waylon Lewis furrowed his brows deeply, his eyes displaying the calm before the storm, “Call Wyatt Lewis over.”

Wyatt Lewis hadn’t left the hospital and had been staying with Aria Richardson and Luke the whole time. Soon, Wyatt arrived.

“Brother,” Wyatt’s voice was low and somber, his usually flippant face devoid of any frivolity.

“Stay with her, and make sure she doesn’t come to harm.”

“Brother, where are you going?”

“Something’s come up.”

Waylon Lewis left coldly after dropping those words.

Wyatt only felt that at this moment, the rage emanating from his brother could incinerate everything.

A man with a scar had died, and another bald man had been arrested.

Waylon Lewis had ordered that the bald man was not to die.

The bald man was hung from a post, his body without a single piece of intact flesh, blood pooling on the ground.

Waylon Lewis walked coldly to the sofa and sat down, lifting his gaze—which had not a trace of warmth—sweeping it over the man, “Who instructed you to do this?”

The bald man clenched his teeth tightly in defiance, “No one instructed me… just… I’ve been short on money recently and thought… I could get some to spend.”

Waylon Lewis gave a slight nod.

Standing next to the bald man, Thomas Hughes’ whip cracked down harshly onto the man’s body.

The bald man let out a piercing scream.

After a good ten-minute whipping, the bald man was barely clinging to life when someone doused him with a bucket of water to revive him.

Waylon Lewis sat there, expressionless, with a cigarette pinched between his fingers, “Ready to talk now?”

The bald man still bit down hard, refusing to submit.

Waylon Lewis let out a cold laugh and pressed the burning cigarette butt into the man’s mangled flesh.

“Ah!” The bald man cried in agony, “Kill me, kill me, just kill me.”

Waylon Lewis stood up ruthlessly, gesturing with his finger.

A woman and a child around seven or eight years old were immediately brought in from outside.

The bald man’s gaze shifted from a readiness to die to sheer panic; he struggled desperately, the chains clanging loudly.

“What… what are you going to do? Let go of my wife and child, let them go!”

Waylon Lewis had a fiendish cold smile on his lips as he stood high over the woman. As soon as the bald man finished speaking, he grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it violently against the woman.

“Ah!”

The ashtray struck her head, and blood gushed forth immediately.

Thomas Hughes kicked her in the back of the knees.

With a “thud,” she fell to her knees, trembling from the pain, crying desperately, “Ah… stop hitting, Aiden you must speak up, you must speak, are you going to watch me die with your eyes open?”

This time the bald man’s scream was more intense than ever; he fiercely struggled against the chains, but to no avail.

The woman and child’s crying, the bald man’s howling, echoed through the entire room.

Waylon Lewis was unmoved.

“Let go of my wife, I beg you, spare her, she knows nothing, she has done nothing wrong, direct your anger at me, at me!”

“What has my wife and child done wrong, huh?” Waylon Lewis asked coldly.

“My wife and child were harmed by you all; why should your woman and child have an easy time?”

“I know I was wrong, I truly do. Kill me—I’ll pay with my life, just spare them; they’re innocent, please spare them.”

“Spare them? Who’s going to make up for the suffering my woman and child endured?” Waylon Lewis radiated an unsurpassable chill.

“I will, I will, I’ll tell you everything, I’ll talk! The one who contacted us was a woman, surnamed Zhao, she’s from the Ward Family. We’ve done jobs for her before; I have her phone number in my cell.”

Waylon Lewis’s brow furrowed sharply, clearly already having an answer in mind. He gave the bald man a cold glance, “Kill the man, let the woman and child go.”

“I’ve told you everything, I’ve confessed everything,” the bald man yelled, “Why still kill me?”

“Because you deserve to die.”

Waylon Lewis left after throwing down those cold words.

In the car, Waylon Lewis leaned his elbow against the window and rested his hand on his temple, coldly saying, “Go to the Ward Family.”

Thomas Hughes had just started the car when Waylon’s phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Waylon immediately picked up.

“Waylon Lewis,” Hope Williams’s voice was frighteningly soft, as if all her strength had been drained.

“Uh-huh, I’m here,” Waylon replied, his heart aching at the sound of Hope’s weak voice.

“I want to go to the Ward family.”

Waylon frowned deeply, “Okay, I’ll come get you.”

At the Ward family’s villa.

Kaeli Thompson and Joy Ward lay lazily on rocking chairs, surrounded by several servants massaging them, with cheerful music playing as they toasted in celebration.

“Congratulations, Joy, Hope’s little bastard will soon die, and Christopher Lewis and Alitzel Williams must hate Hope for her deliberate concealment back then, and you conveniently saved that little wild seed. Your return to the Lewis Family is now secured.”

“Mom, I just used a little scheme. It’s just a pity that the other little bastard didn’t die. It would have been so good if they had both died,” Joy said elegantly, sipping red wine with a self-satisfied cold smile.

A sinister smile hung on Kaeli’s face, “Don’t worry, take your time. Hope will be severely weakened this time. What can she fight against you with? Once you marry into the Lewis Family, that little bastard will be under your care. With just a little trick, you can make his life unbearable. It’s more interesting to torture him slowly.”

“Mom, you’re right.”

Joy smiled coquettishly. She could already imagine her blissful life after marrying into the Lewis family.

The two women clinked their glasses together, laughing arrogantly.

“Madam, Miss, Young Master Lewis is here,” a servant came to report.

Joy’s heart leaped with joy, “Waylon has come to see me. His coming to see me now is…”

“It must be because you saved Luke, that boy. Waylon Lewis came especially to thank you,” Kaeli said with a smile, looking at her daughter.

Thinking of this, Joy immediately broke out into a proud smile, “Mom, I’m going down now. Do I look okay like this? Do I look good?”

“Beautiful, beautiful, my daughter is the most beautiful.”

Kaeli looked adoringly at Joy.

Joy quickly reapplied her lipstick and hurried downstairs. The moment she saw Waylon Lewis, her joy was unmistakable, “Waylon…”

Joy’s gaze shifted left and saw the woman standing beside Waylon Lewis.

Hope Williams!

This wretched woman’s daughter was about to die, and yet she found time to come here.

Joy immediately dropped the smile from her face, which was quickly replaced by a full look of worry.

Hope’s gaze was icy as she looked at Joy.

If it hadn’t been for Joy, the hijacker wouldn’t have gone berserk and thrown Luke and Willow down.

Willow wouldn’t have been killed.

Hope clenched her hand tightly, a tidal wave of anger threatening to drown all her rationality, she desperately forced herself to hold back her rage.

Joy looked at Hope’s face, once delicate, now full of exhaustion, and felt a sense of triumph.

All she had to do now was wait for Willow Williams, that dead girl, to die, and her return to the Lewis family would be imminent.

Joy sighed softly, her face full of sorrow as she looked at Hope, “Miss Williams, my condolences.”

Hope’s gaze turned frosty, “What did you say?”

“The thing about Willow… I… Ah!” Joy was cut off by a shriek mid-sentence.

She felt a numbness on her face, and her mind went blank as the slap landed.

Hope stood there quietly, looking down on Joy with disdain, her eyes devoid of any human warmth, utterly cold.

Joy clutched her face in pain, “Why… why did you hit me?”

Hope grabbed Joy by the collar with one hand, “Is my daughter dead? Huh? I’m telling you, she is not dead, and she won’t die. So this ‘my condolences’ I’ll return to you.”

Joy was struck dumb with fear, her eyes frantically darting about in panic.

She had never seen Hope like this before, those eyes filled with intense malice, as though if Hope had a knife in her hand, she would not hesitate to plunge it into her neck.

But even this was not enough to quell the hatred in her heart.

Hope closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth, “At the time, I had already persuaded the kidnapper. Why did you have to grab Luke? Why did you have to provoke the kidnapper? Tell me, why?”