She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 169 - : Don’t Be Afraid, I Am Here
Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Don’t Be Afraid, I Am Here
The man’s silver hair was as cold as the bottom of a glacial valley, stunningly beautiful. He held a gun over his shoulder, standing against the light at the doorway, like a god.
“Liam Cloud.”
Weston Morris’s eyes narrowed fiercely in an instant.
Liam Cloud glanced towards Hope Williams, feeling a surge of blood and a stern intent to kill.
He clenched his eyes tightly and took step by step toward Hope.
Wesley Ruiz quickly had his men surround Weston Morris.
Hope lay on the ground, her white clothes dyed red with blood, her entire being barely breathing. Liam’s brow darkened excessively; he stepped forward and gently cradled Hope in his arms.
Even his gentle movement caused the clothing that covered Hope to slip down slightly, and over her shoulder, he saw her pale skin marred with deep and shallow, winding whip marks.
He dared not look further, the pain in his eyes too great to bear. He took off his own jacket and wrapped it around Hope, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here now.”
Hope’s breath was faint, showing no reaction.
All he felt was hatred, hating himself for not arriving sooner, angry that Waylon Lewis, that useless trash, couldn’t even protect a person.
It was infuriatingly maddening.
Liam Cloud held Hope with the most tender care he’d ever shown.
Weston’s men were not to be trifled with, and he had ambushed the area, now all in motion.
Liam Cloud had rushed over from Country Y with not many men. Holding Hope, Wesley and the others in front formed a bulwark against Liam with swords and guns in hand, “Master Cloud, you take Sister Hope and go first. Leave this to us.”
Liam carried Hope away; she needed treatment, and there wasn’t a minute to waste.
“Stop them,” barked Weston, who after planning so long, how could he allow Liam to leave easily?
Liam’s eyes were full of biting cold, “What? You want to die?”
“Since you’re here, stay; don’t leave,” Weston coldly fixed his gaze on Liam and the person in his arms.
“We’ll see if you’re capable of that.”
Liam passed Hope to Wesley, “Take her away.”
“Big Boss…”
“You think I can’t handle him?” Liam’s eyes were gloomy and filled with deadly intent.
Hope Williams was Liam’s bottom line.
Those who harmed her would die!
As Liam’s words fell, he charged out like a sword, clashing fist for fist with Weston.
Wesley hadn’t yet stepped out of the chamber when a powerful punch flew at him, and while he dodged, the person in his arms was snatched away.
Waylon Lewis, with a grim look, embraced the battered and barely alive Hope.
His gaze landed on her haggard, deathly pale face—it was ice-cold; his glacial stare swept over Wesley, recognizing him as the man from the photo.
The one responsible for Hope’s injuries.
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Seeing his master’s woman taken, murderous intent flared within Wesley.
“Bang.” Weston was kicked away, thrown against a wall, and a man exuding killing intent stepped forward, looking disdainfully down at the figure on the floor.
Liam’s glance, as cold as ever, fell on Waylon holding Hope.
Waylon’s gaze also found Liam.
Two god-like men locked eyes, the tension erupting wildly in an instant.
However, Waylon did not linger, turning to leave with Hope in his arms.
Hope could not bear any more delays.
She needed to reach a hospital immediately.
“Big Boss,” Wesley looked at Liam in surprise, “why didn’t you take Sister Hope back?”
Liam swept a look at Wesley wordlessly, “If we fight for her again, she’ll die.”
Hope couldn’t handle the turmoil; she needed to get to the hospital immediately, which both Waylon and Liam understood.
Their feud could wait; Hope was the priority.
Liam gazed coldly at the Morris Family’s bodyguards, kicking one to the ground, his lips curling coldly, “Who caused her injuries?”
The man, having witnessed Liam’s terrifying strength, stammered, “Not us, not us, it was…the lady, the lady did it, it’s none of our business, ah, we tried to stop her, she didn’t listen.”
Liam’s forehead veins bulged, his fists cracking with rage, “Good.”
The two black-clothed men kneeling before him trembled violently.
“Bring her to me.”
“Y-Yes.”
Unaware of what had happened, Joy Ward indulged herself in the rocking chair, surrounded by several attendants; she hadn’t felt so good in a long while.
The more Hope suffered, the happier she felt…
The arrival of two men abruptly ended Joy’s comfort, and without a word, they dragged her up.
Seeing the expressionless faces of the two black-clad men, Joy panicked, a bad premonition rising, “What are you doing?”
The men ignored her, dragging her off no matter how she screamed.
Joy was thrown harshly to the ground.
Liam turned coldly, his gaze devoid of any human warmth falling on Joy’s terrified face.
“Who are you?”
Joy looked at Liam, terrified, as an alarming chill shone in his eyes, freezing her blood with just one look.
Liam pressed a whip against Joy’s chin, “You dare touch my person, hm?”
“What? What are you talking about? I don’t understand,” Joy’s gaze shifted nervously, everything around her indicating trouble.
“Not understanding is fine, you’re about to die anyway,” Liam handed the whip to Wesley.
“What are you going to do…” Joy saw the whip, terror-struck, knowing it was the same one she used on Hope.
The whip was so thick, the pain must be intense; no, no, Joy begged for mercy desperately.
Wesley, holding the whip, approached with murderous intent in his eyes and, with swift hands, the whip cracked down viciously.
Wesley was well-practiced in martial arts, each strike carrying immense force; Joy screamed in agony and fainted.
Wesley didn’t stop. For every lash Hope had received, Joy would receive the same, not one less.
Joy would faint from pain, only to be awakened by more, over and over, her screams filling the space, unnervingly relentless.
Only when she had no more strength to scream, barely holding onto life, did Liam coldly order a halt.
Liam looked down at the woman half-dead on the ground, not an ounce of mercy in his eyes, “Throw her out. When she’s close to death, then take her to the hospital.”
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