She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Dare to Hurt Hope Williams, This Slap Is Well Deserved

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 the 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 turned 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 take 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, personally 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 peeling 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 in 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, withdrew 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 uglier 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 besides 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 hair, 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.”@@novelbin@@

Aria shook her somewhat sore hand, her 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 were 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, instantly 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.