She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Not Refuting Equates to Default

Hope Williams repeatedly dialed Wyatt Lewis’s phone, completely ignoring Joy Ward.

“Hope Williams, I really don’t know why you’re still struggling. Looking for a sense of defeat? Hilarious.”

“Bad woman!” Willow, in front of the screen, got so angry her little face turned red, and she couldn’t help but slam the table.

Luke was also furious; the Lewis Family really were all bad people. Mommy went to help them with good intentions, and they actually barred her at the door. And that bad woman, she was flaunting her power in front of Mommy just to irritate her. It was detestable.

“Brother, we need to find a way to help Mommy.”

“Mm.” Luke nodded firmly, his fingers ready to work the computer keyboard, then his gaze shifted abruptly, “No, Willow, look what Mommy is doing now?”

Hope’s expression was chilly. Joy Ward signaled to her bodyguard, who understood and unceremoniously moved to drive Hope away.

The temples at Hope’s forehead throbbed violently, and with a cold glance at the bodyguard, she turned towards the car behind her and got in without hesitation.

“Heh.” Joy sneered, watching Hope leave in defeat, with unstoppable triumph in her heart, “Competing with me, you still—”

“Beep!” The harsh sound of a horn suddenly blared.

What?

What is this crazy woman trying to do?

Joy’s eyes widened dramatically, her entire face twisted in panic, “Hope Williams, have you lost your mind?”

Her only response was the accelerating sound of the engine.

Hope didn’t hesitate and rushed towards the gate, the piercing, prolonged noise echoing throughout the space.

With the car windows wide open, the wild wind carrying raindrops poured into the car. Hope narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly; her long hair draped over her shoulders was tousled by the wind. She exuded a chilling and proud aura, and even as the bodyguard pointed a gun at her in haste, her starry eyes remained unshaken, the sound of the engine growing only louder.

With a “bang,” the iron gate was knocked askew.

The car charged into the Lewis ancestral home, unstoppable.

She had to get through this door today; she had to save the person inside.

Joy clutched her chest in fright, watching the car break through the iron gate, zooming in, her face in disbelief.

Where did Hope get the guts to crash into the Lewis ancestral home?

She bit her lip fiercely; no way.

She couldn’t let Hope see the elder. If she treats the patriarch on the spot, all her secrets would be out.

She would not allow this to happen, and Joy chased after her in a hurry.

At the entrance to the main house, Joy saw Wyatt Lewis come down to meet Hope personally.

“Sister-in-law, I’m sorry my phone died! Come in with me quickly.”

Hope frowned and nodded, picking up the medicine box and breaking into a run.

“Second Young Master?” Joy followed closely, frowning.

“Joy Ward?” Wyatt Lewis sneered undisguised, “What are you here for?”

“I came to treat grandfather.” Joy said urgently, feigning a pitiful look, with drama in her eyes.

A mocking smile crossed Wyatt’s eyes as he stood tall and imposing in front of Joy, leaning nonchalantly against the doorway, his lips curled as if he were a dandy. He mocked, “Joy Ward, still pretending! I can’t stand women like you. Don’t you dare bother my sister-in-law, or I won’t let you off.”

“I…” Joy wanted to say more, but Wyatt gave her no chance to speak.

A strong sense of malice surged in Joy’s eyes.

She just didn’t understand. How could Wyatt Lewis, this arrogant playboy, someone who flouted all decency, be so protective of Hope? And to her horror, she realized something. Wyatt always referred to this woman as sister-in-law, even in front of Waylon Lewis, and what was even scarier was that Waylon never objected to Wyatt’s reference to Hope.

No objections meant acquiescence.

A terrifying thought involuntarily popped into Joy’s heart.

Could it be that Waylon still, deep down, regarded Hope as his wife?

Oh my God!

Joy freaked out at the thought popping into her head, stumbled back, and looked involuntarily toward the grand and magnificent Lewis family main house, the place she longed to enter as the lady of the house.

No, she absolutely wouldn’t allow Hope to beat her there; she would never compromise.

In the room, the patriarch had just been checked by Elder Murphy.

Elder Murphy placed the patriarch’s hand back under the quilt, frowning deeply.

Seeing Elder Murphy like that, Waylon Lewis also frowned, his presence chilling, and asked in a deep voice, “How is grandfather doing?”

“Not too good compared to before. Have you been giving the patriarch other medications?”

“No, the medicine we’ve been concocting for the patriarch is exactly as prescribed by Joy.” Alitzel Williams, holding her chest and gasping for air, was being supported by others as she cried.

“What’s the situation with grandfather now?” Hope charged in, not letting anyone stop her, and immediately squatted beside the patriarch’s bed. She didn’t even have time to catch her breath before forcing herself to calm down, her fingers resting on the patriarch’s wrist.

Hope’s brow furrowed deeply.

How could this be!

It was even worse than she had anticipated.

Without hesitation, Hope took out a small bottle of pills from the medicine box she had prepared in advance, took out one, and put it in the patriarch’s mouth.

Her movements were swift; just as she was about to proceed to the next step, a sharp voice sounded behind her.

“Hope Williams!” Alitzel saw Hope and immediately opposed her as if she saw a nemesis from a past life, “Someone, pull her away from here.”@@novelbin@@

Hope was dragged away from the patriarch’s bedside by several servants.

Waylon’s gaze flashed, turning cold again in an instant.

The woman was sopping wet, as if she’d just been pulled out of a river; even her hair dripped with water, laying wetly on her frail shoulders, looking as bedraggled as imaginable.

Didn’t she know to use an umbrella when it rained?

Foolish woman!

His cold gaze shifted away.

Her dampness was none of his business.