She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 346: Very Risky but Also Very Fortunate

Chapter 346: Chapter 346: Very Risky but Also Very Fortunate

Christopher Lewis bit down hard, his face covered in cold sweat as he glared at Hope Williams, his anger evident in his voice, "If it weren’t for you drawing in such people, how would something like today have happened?"

Hope Williams didn’t respond, merely bowing her head to examine his wound; the bullet had struck his shoulder, just a few centimeters from the heart.

It was a close call, the shooter intended to kill, framing Liam Cloud for the deed!

But luckily, the bullet deviated, not hitting any vital points, otherwise he wouldn’t have a chance to speak right now.

"How is Little Hope? Is he going to die?" Alitzel Williams was frantic, her usual calmness replaced by utter distress.

Hope Williams repeatedly assured Alitzel, "It’s okay, no vital areas were hit, but he needs to be taken to the hospital for surgery immediately."

"Yes, yes, yes, call the ambulance! Call the ambulance now!"

Alitzel Williams’s voice trembled, completely unable to maintain her composure like Hope.

"Bring me the medical kit." With her hands pressing on the bleeding wound, Hope Williams gave orders calmly and collectedly.

A servant quickly brought the medical kit from Hope’s room, and she swiftly found the blood bandage inside to stop the bleeding, comforting Alitzel while tending to the wound.

"Mom, don’t worry, it will be okay."

Christopher’s face was pale but still carried a chill expression, unchanged even as Hope was treating him, "Don’t think this means I won’t pursue the matter of today."

"Of course you can keep pursuing it, I have no objections." Hope raised her eyebrows indifferently.

Soon the ambulance arrived, and several medics together lifted Christopher onto the vehicle, with Alitzel Williams and Wyatt Lewis following behind.

Guests around the corners whispered amongst themselves, shocked by the day’s events.

The old patriarch had a grave expression, sighing deeply before addressing the guests slowly, "I thank you all for coming to my birthday celebration, but an unfortunate incident occurred today, causing alarm. I apologize, but that concludes today’s festivities."

"Wait." Waylon Lewis interjected coldly.

The old patriarch looked towards Waylon.

Waylon scanned the guests, "Nothing gets cleared up, nobody leaves."

"Waylon?"

Waylon looked at his grandfather, his eyes heavy with seriousness, "Grandpa, please go rest, I will handle the rest."

Seeing the earnest and stern look on Waylon’s face, the old patriarch nodded to him, letting him take charge.

Hope Williams wanted to speak, but Waylon’s gaze turned to her, "Do you need to rest for a bit?"

Hope looked at her blood-stained hands, "I’m going to wash my hands first."

Waylon nodded, his gaze becoming heavier as it fell upon the marks on Hope’s cheek.

Waylon’s cold gaze shifted from Hope to the Fuller sisters hiding to the side.

Mia Fuller backed away guiltily.

She had sent that photo to Waylon last month!

But she had not told her sister Vivia about it.

So Vivia didn’t know.

Her plan was to tarnish Hope’s reputation, leading the Lewis family to expel Hope and get her revenge.

But now things had turned out to be not as simple as she thought.

Fear steadily grew inside her.

Especially when Waylon’s penetrating gaze landed on her, she felt true terror, frantically clutching Vivia’s hand, only to find Vivia was trembling too.

Vivia tried to maintain her composure, but things were out of her control now. Shouldn’t Waylon be tied up with the company at this time?

"What should we do?" Mia tugged at Vivia’s sleeve.

"Do what?" Vivia took deep breaths, "No one will know the photo came from us. What are you worried about?"

"I..." Mia hesitated, too scared to speak.

Vivia didn’t give her the chance to talk, marching straight towards Waylon.

"Brother Waylon... Ah..."

Before she could finish, Waylon’s slap landed on Vivia’s cheek.

Vivia was stunned, as were the onlookers.

Everyone knew Waylon had a bad temper, often wearing a cold expression, a mere glare enough to make people hold their breath.

But he had never publicly slapped a woman before.

Some covered their mouths, some stood rigid, and some dared not breathe out.

Vivia was dazed for a long time before coming to senses from the slap.

"Why... why did you hit me?" she cried hysterically, tears in her eyes.

She had never expected Waylon to hit her in front of everyone.

The slap left her bewildered.

Waylon dropped her on the ground with disdain, "Dare you claim that today’s incident has nothing to do with your Fuller Family, with you Vivia Fuller?"

Vivia fell to the ground, clutching her face, and with unfathomable courage, she cried out amidst tears, "It’s not related to me. I didn’t do anything, Brother Waylon! You can’t vent your anger at me for what Hope did wrong."

Vivia spoke with a surprising firmness, believing she had covered her tracks perfectly and couldn’t possibly be discovered. Even if he suspected, he had no evidence.

Vivia’s full attention was on Waylon, completely missing Mia’s uncontrollable trembling behind her.

"We grew up together; do you really see me as this kind of person? I’ve always considered the Lewis family as my own. How could I possibly harm them? I didn’t send the photo; it has nothing to do with me. No matter what you say, I won’t admit to things I haven’t done."

Vivia stood up from the ground, her face resolute and voice filled with certainty.

After speaking, Vivia bit her lip, tears falling uncontrollably, her stubbornness and vulnerability on full display.

Paired with the marks on her face, she seemed all the more pitiable.

The crowd didn’t dare speak but people tend to sympathize with the weaker party. Seeing Vivia’s state, everyone felt she was telling the truth and that Waylon had wrongfully accused her, making her seem incredibly pitiful.

Waylon stared at Vivia’s face with disgust, his lips curling into a scornful sneer, "Stop pretending."

"Brother Waylon, I really can’t understand why, with all this evidence in front of you, you still believe in Hope.

I can’t believe you don’t know what her relationship with Liam Cloud is, has your love for her gone so far that you’d tolerate her cheating and remain indifferent?

What kind of love potion has Hope given you?"

Vivia questioned him at the top of her voice.

The crowd gasped, completely clueless where Miss Fuller got the nerve to question like this, particularly with Waylon’s expression now terrifyingly ominous.

"I believe in her, so what can you do to me? What are you? What right do you have to speak about her, huh?"

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