She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 282 She’s Pregnant

Several people around dropped to the ground.

"What’s going on?"

The leader looked up in panic as the people around him fell one after another, then raised his head to look toward the source of the noise.

A man rushed in, and the leader’s face instantly filled with horror.

Waylon Lewis looked down at the people on the ground, a sharp pain suddenly striking his chest, his eyes narrowing as a surge of anger and bloodlust filled them.

She was covered in blood, it wasn’t clear whether it was hers or someone else’s.

Her clenched fists made a spine-chilling "creak, creak" sound.

He bent down to pick up the person on the ground as Hope Williams watched Waylon Lewis with bitten lips, her crimson eyes misting with emotion.

The man’s voice was cold, devoid of any warmth, "Kill."

"It’s Waylon Lewis, pull back," the leader ordered in utter disarray.

Too late.

The men behind Waylon Lewis raised their weapons, and a barrage of gunshots rang out.

Amidst the gunfire, Waylon Lewis carried Hope Williams away.

"Liam Cloud? Where’s Liam Cloud? What did you do to him?" Hope Williams clutched Waylon’s clothes tightly, asking in a hoarse voice.

"He’s not dead."

Not dead, but captured.

"You..."

"Look after yourself first," said Waylon Lewis, his voice very deep, urgently putting Hope Williams into the car.

Before getting into the car, Hope Williams saw the cold bodies on the ground, many of them she recognized as Liam Cloud’s men, brothers.

Just a few days ago, they were still sitting together, laughing and joking, with Luke and Willow still cuddling in their arms calling them brother and uncle...

And now...

The pain in Hope Williams’s chest was unbearable.

Why did this happen, why did it happen, they could have left, who instigated this, who was plotting all this behind the scenes?

"Waylon Lewis, can you please bury them well?"

"Mhm."

"Mhm—" Hope Williams moaned deeply, frowning hard, her hands stirring the clothes around her stomach.

"Hope Williams?" Waylon Lewis’s voice shook, his arms tightening around her.

"My stomach... it hurts..." Hope Williams’s chest heaved violently.

It was a twisting pain, as if something was being ripped apart inside her body.

This pain, on top of an already battered body, brought her to the brink of collapsing, her face turned deathly white, and she could barely catch her breath, her face drenched in cold sweat before she fainted.

"Hope Williams!"

Waylon Lewis’s heart skipped a beat.

...

Outside the emergency room, Wyatt Lewis learned about the night’s events, bringing Luke and Willow to the hospital. Luke and Willow stood expressionless at the door, just like Waylon Lewis, silent.

Their wide eyes fixed in a traumatized stare at the door, unblinking.

Hope Williams had a long, long dream.

She dreamt of being forced by that man in Country Y to practice skills she did not want to learn, like combat and shooting – although surrounded by danger, with Liam Cloud, her days were as casual as any ordinary person’s, carefree and happy.

She dreamt of Wesley Ruiz and Aaron Ruiz, smiling at her.

Many familiar faces passed through her dream, they warmly called out to her, "Sister Hope."

The dream shifted, gunfire erupted, blood splattered, and those once-clear faces slowly faded from her sight...

In the dream, it was Liam Cloud’s last look, filled with lingering longing as he left...

In her arms, the girl who was critically injured to save her held her hand, urging her to save Liam Cloud...

...

"How is she?"

Walking to the bedside, Christopher Lewis and Alitzel Williams arrived to see Waylon Lewis seated next to Hope Williams’s bed, head bowed, holding her hand, motionless. Christopher asked him, but he didn’t react at all.

The suffocating silence lasted unknown lengths before Waylon Lewis finally spoke, "She has multiple stab wounds. They’ve been bandaged. Her life isn’t in danger."

Alitzel Williams’s tension eased, "That’s good, a blessing in disguise..."

"She was pregnant." Waylon Lewis lowered his head and kissed Hope Williams’s cold little hand.

Alitzel Williams and Christopher Lewis froze in shock.