She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 157 - : I Love You More Than My Life

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: I Love You More Than My Life

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Wyatt Lewis’s breathing tensed as he fiercely closed his eyes, not daring to see what situation lay within.

Hope Williams’s fingertips trembled, chaos within the room, and Joy Ward lay bare on the floor, clutching her chest, crying silently.

The bright lights from outside startled the person inside; Joy Ward saw Hope Williams at the door. Her expression flickered for a moment, then she put on a deliberate look and glared at Hope Williams.

Hope Williams scanned the room, not finding Waylon Lewis’s figure, but heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom…

Hope Williams fiercely closed her eyes for a moment, her heart pierced, struggling to breathe. Everything in the room seemed to tell her something had just happened here…

Hope Williams took a few deep breaths, the air she inhaled cutting like a knife.

Waylon Lewis, were you being a bit too cruel…

Step by step, Hope Williams walked towards Joy Ward, who looked unbearably smug, and looked down at her.

“Hope Williams, I’ve won, I’m now Waylon’s woman…”

“Slap.” A harsh slap landed on Joy Ward’s face.

That overly smug voice abruptly ceased.

How long the silence in the private room lasted, nobody knew.

Joy Ward kept letting out eerie laughs from behind her hair-covered face.

“Hope Williams, you can hit me, kill me even, the deed is done, I am now Waylon’s woman.”

Hope Williams looked at her coldly, “Do you really enjoy seducing other people’s men that much?”

“I just love Waylon, I love Waylon, what’s wrong with that? Hope Williams, you forced me into this, it’s your fault, all your fault!” Joy Ward screamed maniacally.

“Huh.”

Hope Williams’s lips curled coldly, her gaze as frigid as a vast, ice-covered field. She looked at Joy Ward as if she were looking at a dead thing, completely devoid of emotion.

With a “bang,” there was a loud crash from the toilet, the sound of glass shattering.

Hope Williams’s heart trembled fiercely, her gaze fell on the bathroom, and she unconsciously moved towards it.

Her hand on the doorknob hesitated for just two seconds, but she pushed the door open and entered.

Instantly, Hope Williams’s pupils dilated sharply.

A giant mirror on the wall had shattered into a spiderweb pattern, the center punctured by a bloody fist print.

Waylon Lewis’s white shirt was undone several buttons, his cuffs rolled up, and his muscular arms rested on the sink. He hung his head low, his face grim, like a demon that had crawled out from hell.

As the man heard the noise, his gaze slowly shifted onto Hope Williams.

Suddenly, his eyes filled with fury, as if he wished to kill her on the spot.

Hope Williams barely had a chance to react before she was pressed against the wall by the man. There was a thunderous noise as her back hit the wall; her organs trembled from the force of his strength.

A large hand gripped her throat tightly, and a suffocating feeling followed. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at her, as if he had lost all reason and wanted to end her life.

“Waylon Lewis… what are you doing? I’m Hope Williams!” Hope Williams managed to get out.

Waylon Lewis’s face remained unmoved. “Joy Ward, you’re courting death, daring to impersonate Hope Williams!”

Waylon Lewis clenched his teeth in pain, his eyes cast down, and then he shook his head sharply as if forcing himself to stay alert.

His bloodied hand caused Hope Williams sharp pain.

Hope Williams realized something was wrong with Waylon Lewis; he couldn’t recognize her and thought she was an imposter.

His last words, Joy Ward, had just impersonated her.

So he still thought she was Joy Ward in disguise.

Hope Williams’s heart ached as she felt the abnormal warmth of his feverish palm.

He had been drugged, and it was a strong dose. He had hurt himself trying to stay conscious.

“Waylon Lewis, wake up, I’m Hope Williams, it’s really me… cough…” The hand around her neck kept tightening.

“Waylon Lewis, look at me carefully; I am Hope Williams, I am the real Hope Williams!” The man showed no sign of letting go.

If this continued, Hope Williams feared she would be strangled to death, “Wyatt Lewis!”

Wyatt Lewis, at the entrance of the private room, heard Hope Williams’s call and immediately rushed in, only to witness an unbelievable scene.

“Brother, what are you doing? She’s Hope Williams, have you gone mad? Let go.” Wyatt Lewis hurried to pry Waylon Lewis’s hand away.

Hope Williams gasped for air, only to be gripped tightly again.

Wyatt Lewis struggled desperately with Waylon Lewis’s hand. “Brother, calm down, really calm down, she is Hope Williams, she is Hope Williams! Do you want to strangle her to death? What madness is this?”

Waylon Lewis truly acted like a madman, Thomas Hughes also quickly assisted, and it took a great deal of effort to finally free Hope Williams.

Hope Williams clutched her numb neck, not even having a chance to breathe, “He’s been drugged, take him to the hospital, quick.”

Wyatt Lewis’s eyes instantly turned cold, “Drugged!”

That damned thing outside actually dared to drug his brother.

“What are you waiting for, hurry up, or it will be too late.” Judging by Waylon Lewis’s current condition, the dose was certainly not light.

Wyatt Lewis and Thomas Hughes promptly supported Waylon Lewis from both sides and hurried out.

Hope Williams barely managed to support herself, got up, and immediately followed.

Joy Ward covered herself with clothes, still lying on the ground; Hope Williams passed by Joy Ward, halted her steps, and coldly glanced at her, “Waylon Lewis never touched you.”

Joy Ward shuddered violently, “No, my being with him…”

“If he really had touched you, he wouldn’t have hurt himself like that. Joy Ward, we’re not done with this matter. For having such inappropriate thoughts, I will make you pay the price.”

Hope Williams didn’t give her another glance, picked up a wine glass from the table, and left the private room.

The truth was exposed.

Joy felt her last shred of dignity completely shattered.

Even if she stripped naked in front of Waylon Lewis, he harbored no feelings for her; he would rather hurt himself to such an extent than to touch her, even when she disguised herself as Hope and dosed him with such a strong drug.

Waylon had his stomach pumped and had taken medicine; his emotions had stabilized.

Hope had the wine glass she brought from the private room, and its contents tested, revealing the presence of a powerful banned drug in the wine.

This colorless and tasteless drug was extremely potent. A single drop could easily cause hallucinations, and without an antidote or physical relief, it would cause tremendous suffering to the body.

Hope couldn’t imagine how Waylon managed to endure without touching Joy, his sanity had completely spiraled out of control.

It must have taken immense willpower for him to confine himself in the restroom.

This proud man would rather injure himself to maintain his rationality than touch another woman or relieve himself.

That drug not only harmed the body but could be fatal if the dosage was high.

The person who drugged him was incredibly malicious.

Hope’s heart ached intensely.

The ordeal lasted until the next day. As soon as Hope stepped out of the hospital room, she got a call from Luke.

“Mommy, where are you?” Luke and Willow had woken up early and were extremely worried when they didn’t see Hope.

“Mommy has some matters to deal with; I’m outside. If you guys are awake, ask Aunt Bailey to make you something to eat,” Hope told them.

“Mommy, did something happen?”

“Don’t worry, everything is fine. By the way, baby, can you do something for Mommy?”

“Mommy, just tell me.”

“It’s what you’re good at, help Mommy pull the surveillance footage from the Noble Duke for last night from 10 p.m. to 12 a.m. on the 9th floor.”

Hope believed that Joy could not have pulled off this act alone; there must have been someone helping her. That kind of banned substance was also not something Joy could easily obtain.

The situation was not so simple.

“Okay, Mommy, I will get on it right now and send it to you later.”

“Alright.”

After hanging up the phone, Hope took a deep breath, then turned and unexpectedly found herself enveloped in an embrace. Her nose brushed against the fabric of the man’s shirt, and in the next moment, he pulled her into a tight embrace.

His kiss landed on the top of her head, his low and husky voice apologizing, “I’m sorry.”

Hope did not push away from Waylon’s embrace, instead lifting her hand to wrap around him, “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes.”

“About last night…”

Hope peeked out from Waylon’s embrace, looking up at him with pained eyes, “Nothing happened, I believe you.”

Waylon’s pupils dilated, replaced by a flash of surprise. He had been worried she wouldn’t listen to his explanation, blaming him for hurting her.

But she said, nothing happened, I believe you!

Waylon pulled Hope into his arms even tighter and lowered his head until their noses touched, asking softly, “Last night, under those circumstances, I almost couldn’t believe in myself. Why were you so certain?”

“You’re such a proud person, how could you permit another woman to defile you?”

A smile crept over Waylon’s lips as he kissed hers.

How foolish and unappreciative had he been to risk losing such a treasure? Thankfully, this treasure was still by his side.

This was good.

“But still… Waylon, if there is a next time…”

Hope paused, looking him in the eye with seriousness, “I hope… Mmm…”

Her lips were fiercely captured by a kiss. He knew what she was about to say, but he wouldn’t allow her to continue.

“If there is a next time, I won’t touch another woman because of this.”

Waylon’s deep voice declared, causing Hope to shiver, “But do you know that without release, the effects of the drug could seriously lead to death?”

“I can withstand it, trust me.”

“Waylon.” Hope’s eyes reddened; she had been terrified by the sight of his bloodshot eyes last night, “Do you not realize that life is more important than anything else?”

Waylon kissed her brow and eyes with an unmatched tender affection, “No, you are the most important, more than my life itself.”

If he had been with another woman, it wouldn’t matter whether she wanted him anymore; he himself would feel unworthy of her.

Moreover, if something had genuinely happened with Joy last night, it would have broken her heart.

He would not allow such a thing to happen; that’s why when he realized something was wrong, he immediately pushed Joy away, desperately using pain to maintain the last bit of his clarity and rationality.

Hope looked at him, their eyes locking.

She pursed her lips, feeling a complicated storm of emotions, gazing at him with seemingly endless things to say.

Eventually, she asked, “Waylon, do you really love me that much?”