She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 292: Heartbreaking

Vivia Fuller covered her mouth in terror, not daring to even breathe.

"You can take the money, the power, or even destroy the Lewis Family for all I care, but don’t you dare lay a finger on her. Do you understand?"

Old Master Fuller was in so much pain he trembled, and everyone around was petrified with fear, frozen in place as they watched the horrific scene unfold.

Old Master Fuller nodded repeatedly, pale-faced.

"I... I understand... understand..."

Liam Cloud snorted lightly before he "whooshed" the knife out and with a slap dropped it on the table.

"Ah!" Old Master Fuller screamed in agonizing pain.

"Grandpa!" It was only then that Vivia Fuller reacted, quickly supporting the old man and shouting to the servants behind her, "What are you standing around for? Go call a doctor!"

"Yes, yes." The servants hurriedly ran to summon a doctor.

Distraught, Vivia Fuller glared at Liam Cloud, "Mr. Cloud, my grandfather saved you, and now you are hurting him. You’ve gone too far."

Liam Cloud glanced at her indifferently, picked up the bloody knife, and sent it flying in her direction.

A chilling "whoosh" of cold air passed by.

The large vase behind Vivia Fuller shattered instantaneously.

The façade of composure Vivia Fuller had tried to maintain crumbled along with that vase, and she collapsed to the floor, her teeth chattering in terror.

The knife had missed her face by mere millimeters; she had almost been disfigured...

No, she had almost been killed!

The air fell into a dead silence.

The diseased madness in Liam Cloud’s eyes deepened, "Try me, and next time this knife might end up in your flesh."

Vivia Fuller’s teeth chattered, her hands clenched tight, unable to utter a single word.

What kind of devil had they provoked?

Old Master Fuller bit down hard, his teeth gritted, "Liam Cloud, you ungrateful wretch..."

A chilling coldness lingered on Liam Cloud’s face, "Work with me? You’re not even fit for that. My feud with the Lewis Family is none of your damn business."

Liam Cloud stood up somberly, not wasting another glance, and turned to leave.

Don’t think he didn’t know what this old man was plotting, wishing to bestow favors in order to have him go against the Lewis Family. Ha! Ridiculous.

"Grandpa, he’s crossed the line! How can you let him just walk away?"

"Liam Cloud!" Old Master Fuller’s hand trembled as he clenched his fist, furious to death but helpless; Liam Cloud’s power was immeasurable, a foe capable of contending with the Lewis Family. This time they had brought ten times more men than his own in order to capture him.

They had just witnessed firsthand how terrifying he was. To not let him go would mean they were courting death.

He had calculated everything, except he couldn’t see through this Liam Cloud, such a vengeful person. Didn’t he hate the Lewis Family?

And he hadn’t expected that he would regard a woman like Hope Williams so highly.

"Go to the hospital now and check on that woman, Hope Williams," Old Master Fuller instructed, his face ashen.

Vivia Fuller stood there dazed, taking a moment to come to her senses.

"Vivia Fuller!" Old Master Fuller shouted her name furiously.

Vivia Fuller, startled, looked at Old Master Fuller, "Yes, I’ll go right now."

Vivia Fuller got up, her legs shaky as she stumbled towards the exit.

Just as she reached the doorway, she collided head-on with Mia Fuller.

"Ah!"

Vivia Fuller, startled, jumped back repeatedly.

Mia Fuller was startled by Vivia Fuller, "What are you doing? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

Thinking back to the scene she had just witnessed, Vivia felt terrified. Covering her chest, she took several deep breaths before striding forward. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and stopped in her tracks, turning back to Mia and saying,

"I’m going to the hospital to see Hope Williams. Do you want to come with me?"

Mia’s expression turned cold. "Why should I visit that slut?"

"She’s injured. Don’t you want to see what she looks like now?" Vivia asked, having regained her composure.

Hearing that Hope was injured, a glint of light brightened Mia’s otherwise dull eyes, as if her zest for life had been reignited. "Let’s go."

Why wouldn’t she go? She wanted to see firsthand how miserable that woman looked.

Vivia sneered inwardly.

...

After accompanying Hope Williams through her medical examination, Waylon Lewis heard from the doctor that Hope was now physically weak and needed to rest well to avoid overexertion. Aside from the signs of a miscarriage a few days earlier, which made the baby’s condition unstable, there were no other problems.

The doctor offered his advice, "Director Williams, it is not advisable for you to perform surgeries in your current condition."

Hope’s shoulder and arm had varying degrees of knife wounds. A surgeon’s most important tools are their hands, and these wounds would take time to heal. Besides, she was pregnant and had nearly miscarried a few days ago; the fetus was still unstable, making it even less suitable for her to be in the operating room.

Hope sat in a wheelchair, as Waylon wouldn’t let her walk on her own. He had also put a loose, large-sized white rabbit fur coat on her and covered her legs with a thick blanket, afraid that she might catch a chill.

Hope’s gaze darkened as she intertwined her fingers, which rested on the blanket. She pursed her lips and looked at the doctor, "How long will it be, approximately?"

The doctor adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and thoughtfully replied, "At least a year."

Hope’s hands would take several months to fully recover, and by then her belly would have grown significantly, starting the process of childbirth. After delivery, she would have to go through the confinement period. Her health was not good, and the complications from her previous labor meant that recovery could take a long time after this childbirth. Altogether, a year was the minimum.

"A year!" Hope was stunned and became even more agitated, "That’s too long."

Waylon’s brows furrowed deeply as he noticed Hope’s worries. He squatted by her side and gently looked at the girl with a pouty mouth full of troubles, his warm hand holding hers.

Hope was in low spirits; not being able to perform surgery for a year was agonizing for her as a doctor. freewebnøvel.coɱ

She had so many patients waiting for her...

A year was indeed far too long.

"Let’s focus on getting your body healthy first. Nothing is more important than your health. After the baby is born and you’ve recovered, you can go back to the operating table, okay?" Waylon consoled her softly.

Hope understood all this but was still worried about her patients.

A temporary change of the primary physician meant the new doctor wouldn’t understand the patients’ conditions as well as she did, and surgeries would be affected similarly.

Hope lowered her head in dejection and after a long while, she exhaled turbidly and nodded gently.

"Good girl."

Hope softly hummed a response.

Seeing the clear eyes of Hope filled with despair, a sharp pain crossed Waylon’s heart.

She had suffered too much; too much that she didn’t deserve.

If possible, he truly wished he could take all her pain upon himself.

Then, his girl wouldn’t feel so heartbroken.

After leaving the doctor’s office, Waylon pushed the wheelchair slowly behind her. "The sun is nice today; I’ll take you out to enjoy it. Luke and Willow’s mom said they would come to keep you company."

Hope pursed her lips slightly, nodding with a hint of a sob in her voice, "Okay."

Waylon heard the faint sob in her voice and immediately stopped, looking deeply at her, only to see her tears continuously falling.

"What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Are you in pain somewhere? I’ll call the doctor..."

Hope remained silent, only shaking her head.

Wearing a large, fluffy hat, her head bowed and lips tightly shut, with unstoppable tears, she resembled a porcelain doll on the brink of breaking – truly heart-wrenching.