She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 151 - : He Sent Someone to Hit Me
Chapter 151: Chapter 151: He Sent Someone to Hit Me
Old Master Lewis was furious beyond measure.
Mia Fuller sat beside him, gently patting his back. A dark glint flickered in her eyes as she softly consoled, “Grandpa Lewis, don’t be angry. It must be that Sister Hope offended someone, which led to this retaliation. Luckily, Sister Hope, Luke, and Willow are all unharmed. That’s a fortunate thing amidst this misfortune.”
“Hmph, you make it sound so nice,” Old Master Lewis retorted angrily. “Little Hope got hurt so badly, and Luke and Willow were frightened. You call that ‘unharmed’? This is serious; we must investigate thoroughly.”
Mia’s expression turned icy from an angle Old Master Lewis couldn’t see.
Investigate? What if it leads back to her?
No, that couldn’t happen.
When Mia saw Luke and Willow come downstairs, her eyes briefly flickered, and she stood up, bending down gently. “Good morning, Luke, Willow.”
“Good morning, Auntie,” Luke replied out of politeness.
Willow just nodded her head without even a smile.
For some reason, although this aunt always smiled at them, it seemed fake and Willow couldn’t find it in her heart to like her.
“Luke, Willow, come to your great-grandfather,” Old Master Lewis called them over, and they walked toward him with small steps.
Each sitting on one of his legs, he asked, “Let great-grandpa see where you got hurt?”
Luke and Willow showed him their little hands, and Old Master Lewis tenderly rubbed them. “Poor babies, your great-grandpa will definitely seek justice for you.”
Mia’s face grew colder and colder. Yesterday’s useless fools hadn’t managed to take down a single woman despite sending so many people.
Mia gritted her teeth, “Grandpa Lewis, I need to leave for a bit.”
“Alright, come visit again when you have time.”
Mia hurried out.
In Waylon Lewis’s study, Thomas Hughes rushed in, “Boss, the company’s system has been hacked.”
Waylon’s eyes turned icy, filled with a chilling intent. He quickly got up, “Back to the company.”
As Thomas followed Waylon, he reported, “The hack originated from Y country. It’s clear that it’s Liam Cloud retaliating for the lesson we taught them last time.”
“What?” Hope Williams, who was just coming out and leaning on the wall, happened to overhear.
“Why aren’t you resting in your room?” Waylon asked anxiously, afraid she might fall as she approached. He immediately lifted his hand to protect her by his side.
Hope placed her hand in Waylon’s palm, and he steadied her.
“I’m done resting; moving around might help with the recovery,” Hope’s eyes flickered slightly, probing, “What happened?”
“Nothing to worry about. Just stay at home and recover. I need to head to the office,” Waylon said, planting a kiss on Hope’s forehead.
A glint of deep thought flashed through Hope’s starry eyes; she didn’t ask further and simply hummed in acknowledgment.
After watching Waylon leave, Hope returned to her room and after thinking briefly, she immediately called Liam Cloud.
He almost instantly picked up, followed by his carefree, lazy laugh, “Baby, missing me?”
“What have you been up to recently?”
He chuckled, sounding mysterious, “Are you worried about me?”
“I’m serious.”
He seemed to consider for a moment, “I haven’t been up to much.”
“You and Waylon, what are you doing to him?”
Hope had heard Waylon mention Liam Cloud twice now.
What does the murder of the third young master from the Lewis family have to do with Liam Cloud?
What is Liam plotting with the company issue?
He clicked his tongue, clearly displeased, “I finally get a call from you, and it’s about him? Damn it, Hope Williams, are you trying to kill me?”
Hope took a deep breath, “Liam!”
“Yes,” the man straightforwardly admitted. “I just hacked his company for fun, who asked him to mess with me.”
“He messed with you?”
Hope felt a tight clench in her chest, her gaze deepening.
“Yeah, he sent men to beat me!”
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Hope, “…”
Why did his tone sound somewhat aggrieved?
“The reason.”
There couldn’t be no reason to send men to beat him in Y country.
“I suspect he’s sick. He sent people over out of the blue, aiming straight at my den. If I hadn’t made a quick escape, you’d be talking to a ghost right now.”
“And I just hacked his company, aren’t I merciful? What do you think?”
Hope Williams was speechless, “Eight years ago, the Lewis Family was attacked by an unknown force. The third young master of the Lewis Family was shot to death. Were the people you sent behind this?”
A pause in the conversation ensued.
Through the phone, Hope Williams could almost feel a chilling menace.
The man’s voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, “What does this matter to you? Stop meddling in my business.”
“I…”
“Don’t ask. I’ll listen to you on other matters, but this topic is off-limits.”
“Liam Cloud.” Hope Williams growled.
“…” Liam Cloud replied, “Hang up. I’ve been extremely irritated lately.”
“…Ungrateful wretch. One last thing, don’t ask me about anything related to the surname Lewis again.”
Hope Williams frowned, knowing she wouldn’t get any information, and hung up the phone.
Hope Williams exhaled a cloudy breath and leaned tiredly against the backrest, her gaze falling out the window as she pondered deeply.
By noon, the usually restless Hope Williams went to the hospital. Currently, her hand was injured and unable to perform surgeries, but seeing patients posed no issue.
She spent a fulfilling afternoon and then received a call from Alexander Knox.
“Is there something you need, Mr. Knox?”
“Have you finished work?”
Hope Williams was carefully packing her things, her shoulders cradling the phone as she lightly hummed in affirmation.
“I’ve made a reservation to treat you to dinner.”
Hope Williams paused, letting out a shallow sigh, “Mr. Knox, if you want to thank me for saving Grandma Knox, I’ve told you before, it was only what I should do.”
“No, I want to ask you out.”
He seemed quite persistent about having dinner with her; this was already the third invitation, and Hope Williams felt awkward refusing again.
“Is there something specific you wanted to discuss, Mr. Knox? If so, you could actually just tell me over the phone.”
“Are you very busy?”
“Yes, I’m very busy. I have more matters to attend to later and no time for dinner,” Hope Williams declined decisively.
“Alright, then give me your address, and I’ll have a crew set up a dining spot right beneath your apartment, to save your time.”
Hope Williams took a deep breath, “Mr. Knox, what exactly are you trying to do? You really don’t need to thank me for saving Grandma Knox. Any doctor would have done the same for their patient.”
“It’s not about Grandma. Address—let me set something up outside your place.”
Hope Williams was extremely helpless.
“Location.”
“Do you need me to pick you up?”
“No need, I have a car.”
“Alright, I’ll wait for you.”
Hope Williams hung up, pressing her brow—this man must have some obsession with not giving up on inviting someone out.
Hope Williams packed her things and left office; her injured leg was slowing her down slightly.
Upon entering the restaurant, she scanned around and her eyes settled on a spot by the window.
Alexander Knox sat there in his business suit and polished shoes, his handsome face coupled with an aristocratic demeanor drawing frequent glances from female patrons.
Hope Williams pursed her lips and walked confidently over to take the seat opposite him.
Alexander’s narrow, profound gaze fell on Hope Williams.
Hope Williams placed her bag on the adjacent seat and asked lightly, “Mr. Knox, what did you want to discuss?”
At that moment, Alexander’s focus shifted to her bandaged hand.
His dark eyes flickered, reaching out to hold her hand, “You’ve been injured?”
Just then, at a few tables up front, two women were having dinner.
Mia Fuller ate restlessly, her interest waning when her friend tugged at her dress, “Mia, isn’t that your fiancé over there?”
Mia instinctively looked in the direction her friend pointed, and her eyes narrowed, seeing the scene of Alexander Knox holding Hope Williams’ hand.
Mia was stunned for a second.
Why were Alexander Knox and Hope Williams together—and seeming quite close?
She quickly snapped to, took out her phone, zoomed in, and snapped a clear photo.
The photo distinctly captured Hope Williams’ face, and Mia Fuller couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction.
