She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 536: Not After Money, But Lives

He stood up.

"Return to the country." Waylon Lewis clenched his back teeth, his mind in utter chaos.

Elias Patel had never seen such a scene and was completely panicked, trembling as he reported his address.

Waylon Lewis hung up the phone and picked up his cellphone to make another call.

"Bro, what’s up?" Wyatt Lewis’s voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Get someone to South China Community immediately, Hope Williams has had an accident, and I’m not in Emperor Capital."

Wyatt Lewis was stunned for several seconds, hearing Waylon Lewis’s emotionless voice, he instantly sensed that something was terribly wrong, "I’m on it right away."

Just after hanging up, a helicopter approached from a distance and landed.

Waylon Lewis stepped onto the helicopter one foot at a time, and the helicopter returned to the country at top speed.

Waylon Lewis still had no expression on his face, and soon the surveillance footage of the road in South China Community was sent over.

Thomas Hughes opened the surveillance video and handed the tablet to Waylon Lewis.

Thomas Hughes had a grave expression, his face full of deep concern.

Watching the scenes on the surveillance, Thomas Hughes’s heart rate accelerated countless times.

Wesley Ruiz was skilled at driving, but the pursuer was relentless, the car behind approached Hope Williams’s car and rammed it wildly.

Hope Williams’s car was struck, leaving one deep indentation after another.

Waylon Lewis just watched, his chest continuously spasming with pain.

Then, seeing that this kind of ramming was futile, a truck appeared from the front, not swerving, charging straight at Hope Williams’s car.

Wesley Ruiz could only dodge, violently turning the steering wheel.

With a "boom," a loud noise, the whole car turned sharply towards the trees on the side, the front of the car deformed upon impact, and a thick plume of smoke erupted in the darkness.

The fate of the people inside was unknown.

A moment later, the persistent pursuers stopped their cars.

Figure clad in sealed black clothes got out of the car and approached Hope Williams’s vehicle.

Waylon Lewis’s heart seemed as if it were about to leap out of his chest, and just then, the driver’s door opened, and Wesley Ruiz came out from the driver’s seat.

Wesley Ruiz was injured, his steps unsteady due to the collision, but he still fought fiercely with these black-clad assailants, stubbornly guarding the car door, not allowing the assailants to get any closer.

But the assailants were numerous and well-armed, and with Wesley Ruiz injured, he was quickly beaten down.

The car door was forced open, and Hope Williams was dragged out, her forehead covered in blood.

Obviously, Wesley Ruiz’s driver’s seat had an airbag, and despite such an impact, he was still injured, let alone Hope Williams who didn’t have an airbag.

The assailants checked Hope Williams’s breath, said something to the man beside them, and then Hope Williams was taken away.

Clearly, Hope Williams was still alive.

The last sound was an explosion, the deafening sound of a car exploding, and Waylon Lewis felt as if his eardrums were tearing with pain.

After Hope Williams was put into a car, the car quickly left the area.

However, just one or two minutes after that group took Hope Williams away, another car quickly approached from behind, someone got out and after checking Wesley Ruiz’s injuries, looked around for a while, perhaps not finding the person they wanted, quickly got into the car and sped off in pursuit.

But this person was bundled up tightly, it was impossible to see their face.

Thomas Hughes looked at the silent Waylon Lewis, extremely anxious.

"Boss..."

Waylon Lewis turned off the video, "That last car, investigate its license plate number, send people after it."

Having said that, Waylon Lewis directly sent out the video from his phone and quickly made another call.

Liam Cloud’s voice came over the phone, "When did this happen?"

"Fifteen minutes ago, mercenaries!"

At those last three words, Waylon Lewis spoke through gritted teeth, "You better pray she’s fine."

Liam Cloud hung up the phone, his silver-white hair casting a cold light under the lamp, his grave expression almost destroying everything, his aura filled with unbridled menace.

"Wesley Ruiz, prepare the car!"

The subordinate next to him trembled as he stepped forward, "Big Boss, Brother Wesley already left, and he hasn’t come back yet."

Liam Cloud’s eyebrows knotted tightly.

...

At the hospital, Luna Williams, in a very good mood, had Maverick Williams arrange for her transfer to another hospital.

She wanted to go back to the previous hospital because it was the best in Emperor Capital, and she was about to receive a bone marrow transplant.

Of course, she wanted to have the surgery at the best hospital.

Maverick Williams watched her joyful demeanor, but his heart skipped a beat in fear.

Seeing Maverick Williams unable to share in her joy, Luna Williams pursed her lips, "Grandpa, I will be saved soon, aren’t you happy for me?"

Maverick Williams looked at Luna Williams, his mouth moved, but he was unable to utter a word.

Ted Williams entered and saw Luna Williams’s happy face, a cold sneer crept into his heart.

Bone marrow?

This fool is still naively waiting for a bone marrow transplant, it’s laughable.

They are probably never going to see Hope Williams again in their lifetime.

Heh heh!

Just wait three more months, and once Luna Williams is dead, he will be the last one standing.

...

At this moment, Hope Williams lay on the ground with both hands and feet tied, her eyes covered with a black cloth, plunged into darkness, unable to see anything.

When she was in the car, she had been knocked dizzy and passed out. Upon regaining consciousness, she discovered her hands were tied, and the car was still in motion.

So she concluded she had been captured. Now, in the enemy’s hands, she stood no chance alone and decided not to make any rash moves, pretending to be unconscious.

She was also injured; her legs and shoulders were numb with pain, but thankfully, there was no pain coming from her abdomen.

In the moment when the car crashed into the tree, Hope Williams desperately protected her stomach. Fortunately, fortunately, the baby in her belly was unharmed.

Now she had no idea what was happening.

Blindfolded, she could see nothing and carefully pricked her ears to listen to the sounds nearby.

Only a few gusts of wind could be heard; no other movement - it seemed she was alone here.

Hope Williams couldn’t just wait for death; she had to save herself.

Hope Williams forced herself to calm down.

These people had been driving with her for nearly half an hour on a very uneven road surface, as if on an undeveloped path, indicating that this place might very well be in a suburban area.

If that was the case, even if Waylon Lewis and his people realized she had been kidnapped, it would be very difficult to find her quickly.

And these people did not seem to be sent by Luna Williams. If Luna wanted to kidnap her, she would eagerly tie her to a hospital’s operating table immediately rather than bring her to a remote place.

These people didn’t seem to be after money either.

So... they must be out for her life!

Hope Williams moved her body and suddenly hit a bottle, which rolled across the floor, making a sound of glass scraping on cement.

Hope’s ears twitched, identifying the direction the bottle rolled based on the sound.

She laboriously shifted her body, her bound hands groping continually.

"Clink." Her fingernail tapped the bottle.

Hope took a deep breath, not daring to rest; someone might enter this place at any moment.

She wanted to break the bottle and use a shard to cut the rope, but such an act was undoubtedly very risky.

There were no people here, but she couldn’t be sure that there were none outside.

Hope Williams bit her lip, but she had no choice. Between waiting to die and taking a chance, she chose to take a chance.

She used force on her wrist, gripping the bottle tightly and smashing it hard on the ground.

"Crack." The jarring shattering sound echoed in the quiet and unknown surroundings, making the heart skip a beat.

"What was that sound?"

"Seems like it came from inside, let’s check it out."

The voices and footsteps of people talking came one after another.

Hope Williams hastily grabbed a piece of glass shard in her palm, covered the rest of the fragments with her body, and continued to feign unconsciousness despite the pain.

Two men entered, glanced at the motionless Hope on the ground, and walked around her.

"Nothing unusual, did we hear it wrong?"

"Impossible, I clearly heard something just now."

After another round of searching and finding nothing amiss, they concluded, "Must have been a false alarm, the wind gets strong here at night, could have been that."

The other person approached Hope closer, and although she was blindfolded, she could sense the faint movements.

Someone was coming closer to her.

Alarms went off in Hope Williams’ heart.

"Why hasn’t this woman woken up yet?"

Hope’s heart pounded in terror.

"Could she be dead?" The person reached out to check Hope’s breathing.

"If she’s dead, she’s dead. The point of taking her was never to keep her alive. If she’s dead by herself, that saves us trouble."

"She’s still alive."

Because they didn’t know she was awake, the two men spoke without reservations by her side.

Hope’s tied hands behind her back, holding the shard, frantically sawed at the rope.

The man hadn’t left, his gaze fixed on her.

"You know, this woman is really something. Saw her once when she was with the Big Boss, she looked just like a fairy descending to Earth."

Big Boss?

Hope Williams thought to herself, Liam Cloud’s people always referred to him as the Big Boss.

The other man sneered, "You like her, huh?"

"What man wouldn’t like such a babe? Heard she’s Waylon Lewis’ woman now, tsk tsk, never thought she’d fall into our hands." The man squatting in front of Hope spoke with a sleazy tone, "Anyway, Uncle Ruiz wants her dead, so why don’t we have some fun before he comes over."

Dirty hands caressed Hope Williams’ cheek, causing her inner disgust and revolt to surge.

Her wrist kept exerting force, unconcerned about the cuts, desperately cutting through the rope.