She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Joy Ward’s Injustice, Waylon Lewis’s Favoritism

She paused, fixing her gaze squarely on Joy Ward.

The frosty stare, sharp as a sword, made Joy’s heart tighten, alerting her to her need for vigilance.

“I’m curious, what are you talking about? How have I wronged you? What exactly have I wronged you for?”

Joy Ward bit her lip, “Miss Williams, why bother pretending ignorance?”

“A fine question of why pretend ignorance,” Hope Williams wouldn’t let Joy off the hook so easily. She pulled the corner of her lips coldly, “Sorry, but I really don’t know. You might as well tell me. I’m listening. I am very eager to know how I’ve wronged you.”

Hope Williams casually leaned against the sofa, carelessly straightened her white robe, and poured herself a glass of water. She held the glass up to Joy, and impatiently urged her on as she remained silent, “Begin now, Miss Ward.”

Waylon Lewis’s eyes were deep, his gaze shifting from Hope to Joy.

“You shameless bitch…” Kaeli Thompson, seeing her daughter in distress, couldn’t help but stand up and point at Hope, about to unleash a torrent of curses, when a chilling, oppressive gaze swept over her.

Kaeli’s throat tightened, as if being choked, and she couldn’t utter another word.

“Continue.” Waylon’s voice was cold.

Kaeli trembled, looking pleadingly at Alitzel. Alitzel moved, pulled Kaeli to sit down, and said, “Let Joy speak. It’s best if she spells out the details to make this woman, Hope, utterly convinced.”

Anxious, Joy pursed her lips. Speaking about this matter in front of Hope, she couldn’t stop her inner insecurity. She clutched the bedsheets tighter and slowly began speaking.

After a moment’s thought, Hope roughly guessed the meaning behind their words. Listening to Joy finish, she couldn’t help but burst into cold laughter, almost exactly what she had anticipated.

Joy Ward truly lived up to her reputation, with a talent for turning black into white, honed to perfection.

The aggrieved and begrudging composure she maintained while recounting the events could deceive everyone.

After listening, Hope was quiet, her expression thoughtful, as if considering something.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” The man’s jaw tensed. He looked at Hope with a chill in his brow and a deep darkness in his eyes.

“Do you believe me if I speak?”

Hope slowly lifted her eyes to meet Waylon’s, and after a long while, her pale lips parted, and she asked with a cool voice, “I say she is lying, and that I was the one who saved Grandpa Lewis. Do you believe me?”

Hope’s eyelashes trembled slightly when she asked this question.

The man pursed his lips, his gaze deepening, and he remained silent for a long moment.@@novelbin@@

Hope snorted coldly, “Waylon, don’t bring up trust next time if you don’t have it, OK?”

It hurts!

Waylon frowned, his cool voice rising, “I will investigate.”

“Investigate?”

He still didn’t believe.

A moment later, Hope tightened her expression and lightly curled her lips in a smile.

Well, he never trusted her anyway. Her words weighed nothing against those of the woman in his heart; Hope knew this all too well.

She shouldn’t have harbored any hope; then the disappointment wouldn’t have been so overwhelming.

“Mom, brother, I’ve told you, it was my sister-in-law who saved Grandpa…” Wyatt Lewis entered the sickroom unbeknownst to the others and saw everyone with different expressions. Without hesitation, he broke the impasse.

“Wyatt, you really have been fooled by this woman. Compared to Joy, how could her medical skills possibly be inferior?” Alitzel stood up and said.

“Yes, our Joy even went abroad specifically to study cardiology. Mister, our Joy’s medical skills can’t be compared to this woman’s, don’t be deceived by her.”

“Mister, I know you’re prejudiced against me because of Miss Williams. I don’t blame you, and I don’t ask for anything else. Say what you will, just don’t slander me.”

Three women, each phrase in harmony with the next, and among them, his own mother, darkened Wyatt’s expression.

Hope drained the hot water in her cup in one gulp, stood up, straightened her clothes, and smiled, “Forget it, thank you, Wyatt.” At least there was someone who chose to believe her.

But Hope understood that without evidence, they would never believe her words, so any further explanation was in vain.

Hope didn’t want to waste words explaining because even if she spoke herself hoarse, no one would believe her.

Joy narrowed her eyes in disbelief. She couldn’t understand how Hope could bear so much. Joy had wronged her so, and yet she could still laugh it off lightly, appearing indifferent as if she hadn’t taken Joy seriously at all.

What was she really thinking?

Hope’s sharp gaze twinkled, and with a light laugh, she said, “Well then, Grandpa Lewis’s treatment must continue. Let me help with his treatment, and you can all be there to witness. Then you’ll know who is lying.”

Joy shivered imperceptibly, staring hard at Hope. What was she trying to do? Using this to treat Grandpa Lewis?

That was impossible, not allowable; it would reveal everything.

She couldn’t let Hope succeed.

Joy addressed Hope.

“Miss Williams, Grandpa Lewis’s illness isn’t just a common cold. Are you sure you can handle it? I’m not doubting you, but given your academic background, after all these years not practicing medicine, can you really manage? Grandpa Lewis’s heart disease can’t afford any mishaps.”

Tears brimmed in Joy’s eyes, sounding as if she were kindly and concernedly advising Hope to know better and back down, but Hope knew she just wanted to step on her in front of everyone, to tell them her medical skills were inadequate.

These words triggered Alitzel to be the first to stand up against Hope.

Hope’s expression darkened slightly, “Since I have said it, I have the ability to do it. Grandpa Lewis has shown me kindness; of course, I wouldn’t joke with his life.”

“But are you confident, Miss Williams?”

“Joy, how entertaining you are. Can’t you understand human words?”

“I’m just worried about Grandpa Lewis’s health not being able to withstand your ‘care.’ If…” Joy was about to continue when a stern, frigid voice interrupted her.

“Enough.”

Waylon’s brows were heavy, his voice suddenly cold.

“Let’s do as she suggests.”

What… what?

Joy looked at Waylon incredulously. He had actually agreed. Could he really care so little about Grandpa Lewis’s life for the sake of this woman?

Waylon’s consent also caught Hope by surprise for a moment. When she looked up at Waylon, he had already left the sickroom, and Hope did not linger either.

Alitzel’s gaze narrowed as she watched Hope leave, and she couldn’t help but recall Joy’s words from the night before.

Waylon cared for Hope.

The continuous protection Waylon showed for this woman forced her to take it seriously.