She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 281: Desperate Situation

At that moment in the Fuller Family, Old Master Fuller held his teacup nonchalantly, sipping his tea leisurely, waiting for the good news to arrive.

Vivia Fuller sat beside him, her face lit with joy, "How’s the progress over there now?"

The butler beside her immediately responded, "The latest news is that our people have found Liam Cloud, and Hope Williams is also with him."

Vivia Fuller’s eyes lit up instantly, "You mean Hope Williams is now with Liam Cloud?"

"Exactly."

"That’s great, Grandpa, this is the perfect opportunity to take out Hope Williams, we must not miss it," Vivia Fuller clenched her hands tightly, overwhelmed with excitement.

Old Master Fuller’s eyes, full of foresight and strategic thinking, squinted as he said to the butler, "Order our people to focus on Hope Williams, Liam Cloud’s life must be spared."

The butler nodded, "Yes."

"Grandpa, why are we keeping Liam Cloud alive?" Vivia Fuller asked, puzzled.

"He’s useful. This time Liam Cloud’s people were badly beaten by the Lewis Family, he must utterly hate the Lewis Family. He will undoubtedly seek revenge on the Lewis Family after he recovers."

Vivia Fuller frowned, "Grandpa, are you doing this just to deal with the Lewis Family? Why?"

Old Master Fuller sneered, "If the Lewis Family is unkind, they can’t blame us for being unrighteous."

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"Sister Hope, let’s get you out of here first," Wesley Ruiz’s eyes were cold and piercing.

"No, no way." Waylon Lewis was right outside the villa, and given Liam Cloud’s current situation, he couldn’t possibly overcome Waylon Lewis.

She had to stop him.

There was no time to take a step.

"Bang." A gunshot sounded, a bullet whizzing past her ear, and she instinctively ducked.

Wesley Ruiz’s eyes hardened, he lifted his gun, and instantly shot the shooter, the back door was broken open, and a large group of people surged in.

"There are people at the back too, protect Sister Hope, I’ll handle them," saying this, Wesley Ruiz charged out.

"Sister Hope, run."

Hope Williams’s brow tightened instantly.

"No, these aren’t the Lewis Family’s people," she quickly realized. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

If they were from the Lewis Family, with Waylon Lewis still outside, they wouldn’t dare shoot at her.

Thus, Hope Williams concluded these were not the Lewis Family’s people, but someone impersonating the Lewis Family, framing the Lewis Family.

Gunshots erupted, Aaron Ruiz dodging left and right with Hope Williams, as more and more people charged in through the back door, their target clearly being Hope Williams.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Damn it." Aaron Ruiz turned and delivered a fierce sidekick, swiftly taking down a man, "You bastard, courting death."

"Everyone, attack, the boss said that Hope Williams must die."

Immediately, Aaron Ruiz’s eyes gleamed coldly.

A large group of people surged forward, wielding knives.

Aaron Ruiz’s gun was out of bullets, he picked up a stick beside him, slowly lifting his head, his eyes filled with a murderous craze, and he plunged into the crowd.

With one swing of the stick, the forceful wind whistled, betraying the severe strength of the blow.

The cold wind was biting, the hem of his clothes flying.

The opponents were many and formidable, none of them pushovers.

Aaron Ruiz took the opportunity to pick up a dropped handgun from the ground, threw it to Hope Williams, and shouted, "Sister Hope, run upstairs."

The back door was definitely not an option anymore, now it was just about delaying as much as possible.

Hope Williams clenched the gun, gritting her teeth; Liam Cloud had taught her how to shoot, but she had never fired at a person before.

The attackers were too many, and since they were unable to overpower Aaron Ruiz, those behind immediately aimed their guns at him.

"Watch out, Aaron Ruiz," Hope Williams’s pupils shrank, yelling loudly.

"Bang," a gunshot sounded.

"Uh!" Aaron Ruiz groaned, a bullet striking his leg, intense pain overwhelming him, forcing him to the ground suddenly.

Seeing her fall, the assailant immediately took advantage of the situation. Aaron Ruiz bit down her teeth, trying to stand, but the bullet had gone right through her knee, and the numbing pain made it impossible to rise.

"Bang," another gunshot sounded, the man in front fell to the ground.

Aaron Ruiz looked back in surprise to see Hope Williams with both hands on the gun, her chest heaving dramatically as she watched the man fall right in front of her, her heart still racing.

But she couldn’t dwell on it, Hope Williams charged forward, grabbing Aaron Ruiz’s hand and helping her up onto her shoulder, "Get up."

"No, you go, I’ll cover you," Aaron Ruiz pushed Hope Williams away.

Hope Williams clenched her teeth, continued to support her, her gaze resolute, "We leave together."

The assailants rushed forward, their blades stabbing straight down, Hope Williams nimbly bent backward, dodging the strike, Aaron Ruiz reacted swiftly raising her hand and struck hard at the man’s neck.

Hope Williams’s eyes were cold, she lifted her hand, aimed at the men behind, and pulled the trigger; having fired once, the second time was much bolder, her aim was very good, "Bang" a bullet hit the man in the chest, the man maintained his shooting posture, aiming at her, but fell immediately...

Hope Williams rapidly fired a few more shots, each shot finding its mark.

"You’re not a bad shot."

Aaron Ruiz remembered, previously Liam Cloud had only taught her to shoot a few times, at the time she was unwilling to learn, she had been forced to.

So, the first shot just now was somewhat unexpected for Aaron Ruiz.

Hope Williams was different from those people who were trained as assassins from a young age, fighting and killing. She appeared gentle and weak, and her hands were meant for healing and saving lives. She never expected she would have the courage to fire a gun.

Hope Williams bit her lip, "It seems learning a bit can be useful after all." At least it could save her life at critical moments.

"A bunch of idiots, can’t even deal with two women. Keep going, attack!" yelled the leader, furious as he watched many of his brothers fall.

"This isn’t working, I’ll cover you, you run," Wesley Ruiz said, pushing himself up.

Hope Williams tightened her grip, her cold eyes unwavering, "They’re here for me, how could they possibly let me go easily?"

"None of you are leaving."

Squinting slightly, Hope noticed they indeed wore clothes with the Lewis Family crest, but they weren’t from the Lewis Family. She was more certain now.

"Who sent you?"

"Want to know? Go ask Lord Blake," the man gestured, "She’s out of bullets. Everyone, attack—don’t use guns. It’s too easy for her to die that way. The boss said to torment her well."

"Yes."

They advanced towards Hope Williams with knives.

Wesley Ruiz’s eyes shimmered coldly, "Sister Hope, can you fight?"

Hope clenched her fist, "I know a few moves."

After exchanging glances, Wesley threw Hope a knife, then, despite the intense pain in his leg, charged forward first.

Hope Williams also charged forward without hesitation.

As several men confronted Hope, one swung his blade swiftly, but she sidestepped, and a force swept past, promptly flipping the man onto his back.

Others around didn’t pause; when one fell, another surged forward. She grabbed one man’s arm, leaned forward, and plunged the knife into his chest with a wet thrust.

Seizing the moment, Hope pulled the gun from his waist and fired backward.

The sound of several "pfft" noises followed, bullets penetrating bodies.

Just then, another person charged from behind, swinging a knife that instantly embedded in Hope’s shoulder.

"Ah—" Hope cried out in pain, her body trembling, blood bursting out. In just that second’s pause, another slash crossed her arm. Raising her gun, she shot the person behind her dead.

As people swarmed like a devastating flood, the pain intensified over her body, her agility nowhere near what it was initially.

"Sister Hope!" Wesley Ruiz screamed, rushing over to stab the man who was attacking Hope from behind, just as another blade plunged into Wesley’s abdomen.

Hope’s pupils dilated, her face turned pale, "Wesley!"

Wesley spit out blood, "Damn all these bastards, get lost."

The men seemed intent on tormenting Hope to death, never giving her a quick end.

Hope’s arms, back, calves, and shoulders bore varying degrees of knife wounds—not fatal, but tortuously challenging to the spirit.

Each time she was knocked down, she struggled forcefully to stand, exhausted, barely managing to wield her knife.

The leader pulled out his phone to record the moment, sent it to his superior, then crossed his arms and hooked a smile, enjoying the desperate struggle.

"Alright, give her a quick end," he motioned to his subordinates.

One of them nodded, the next second, pulling out a handgun, aiming straight at Hope’s heart.

The moment the man grabbed the gun, Wesley reacted instantly, his eyes widening, his raspy voice struggling, "Sister Hope..."

As his voice trailed off, his body lunged forward.

In that instant Hope raised her head, shielding her shoulder, a warm spray coated her face.

The warmth touched her, shaking her body, forcing her eyes shut tightly.

A thud sounded, the body before her falling heavily.

Blood flowed liberally; as a doctor, Hope knew the heart and head were places where blood loss was substantial—the bullet had pierced Wesley’s heart...

"Wesley!" Hope shrieked, moving faster than her brain could process, she held Wesley, pressing her hand against his chest, frantically trying to stop the bleeding.

"Wesley! Wesley..."

"Sister Hope, don’t...cry," he gasped as blood continued to pour from his mouth.

"No, no... Wesley, hold on..."

Wesley struggled to raise his hand, holding Hope’s, "Sister Hope, I... have a favor to ask... if you can make it out safely, you must... you must find a way to save... to save Big Boss... promise me, promise..."

They both knew, already surrounded by so many people, Liam Cloud faced even greater numbers. Liam Cloud, skilled as he was, couldn’t escape from such overwhelming odds.

"I promise you, I promise, don’t sleep, please, Wesley..." Hope sobbed holding Wesley in her arms.

"Sorry, I..." His voice stopped, the hand holding hers gently falling.

Wesley died in her arms!

"Wesley..."

Intense pain spread across her chest, holding the motionless body in her embrace, Hope was half-sentenced.

Hope remembered Wesley was two years younger than her, but now, he died protecting her...

"Ah!" Hope screamed in agony.

"Continue." The leader joyously reveled in the suffering of others.

The men beside him resumed shooting.

"Bang."

"Bang."

Gunshots fell...