She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 272 - Smoke of Gunpowder Fills the Air
Chapter 272: Chapter 272: Smoke of Gunpowder Fills the Air
Hope Williams gave a helpless smile. He was questioning her words, or doubting himself, “Really.” Hope Williams gave him a definite answer.
Waylon Lewis’s gloomy expression vanished in an instant, and as he wrapped his arms around her waist, he pulled her tightly into his embrace and pressed a kiss to her lips.
However, at that moment, a pair of eyes that had been fixed on them suddenly burst into raging flames, as if the fire within would devour everything.
Hope Williams quickly braced herself against Waylon Lewis’s shoulders, her gaze flustered as she looked towards Liam Cloud, who was approaching.
However, Waylon Lewis must have been aware of Liam Cloud’s presence, but he just embraced her with one arm, pulling her tightly against his sturdy body.
Desperate, Hope Williams pressed against Waylon Lewis’s chest, “Let go of me first…”
He was doing it on purpose, to provoke Liam Cloud.
Neither of these two men were easy to provoke.
Hope Williams did not want to see them fighting in the hospital.
Liam Cloud approached with a dark face, and Waylon Lewis was suddenly stuffed with a bundle of white chrysanthemums.
“For you, no thanks.”
Seizing the moment, Liam Cloud’s long hand pulled Hope Williams away.
Hope Williams’s eyelashes quivered slightly, her eyes panicking for a moment before she raised her head and met Liam Cloud’s dark eyes, deep as abysses.
In the next instant, Waylon Lewis unhesitatingly tossed the chrysanthemums back into Liam Cloud’s arms. Liam Cloud did not catch them, and the flowers fell to the ground.
Hope Williams looked incredulously at their interaction, her other hand caught by Waylon Lewis and instantly pulled back into his embrace.
Liam Cloud’s face was chillingly cold as he glanced at the scattered white chrysanthemums. His eyes frosted over and a mockingly light chuckle squeezed through his clenched teeth.
“Personally chosen for you, don’t like them?”
Waylon Lewis’s eyes were cold and deep, “If you like them, keep them for yourself.”
“Heh,” a cruel smile curled on Liam Cloud’s lips.
As the sound fell, tensions flared.
Alitzel Williams and Christopher Lewis hurriedly walked up upon discovering that Waylon Lewis was not in his ward.
Christopher Lewis walked to Waylon Lewis’s side, casting a cold glance at Hope Williams before settling his gaze on Liam Cloud.
Almost the next second, his eyes widened with a rush of shock.
“It’s you! Liam Cloud!”
The man who had attacked the Lewis Family years ago, and the murderer of his youngest son.
Christopher Lewis clenched his back teeth tightly; he had been searching for him for so many years, and he never expected to encounter him here.
Long-suppressed anger erupted from his heart.
Liam Cloud’s gaze, tinged with coldness, nonchalantly fell on Christopher Lewis. His mouth curved into a bloodthirsty, cold smile.
“And you are? Let me think.” After a pause, Liam Cloud nodded meaningfully, “Ah, it’s you, Mr. Lewis. Long time no see, you’re still alive. Quite unbelievable.”
Christopher Lewis’s forehead veins bulged, his fists clenched tightly.
A hatred for having his son killed left them irreconcilable. He had thought he would never find this man in his lifetime, and yet here he was, delivered right to his doorstep.
He bit down hard, vowing he would not let him off this time.
“Since you’ve come to Emperor Capital, don’t even think about leaving.”
Liam Cloud’s lips curled into a wicked smile, unconcerned, “Sure, I’ve been meaning to do just that.”
Christopher Lewis’s eyes narrowed.
Liam Cloud no longer paid him any mind; he had no interest in him, his gaze returning to Hope Williams’s face.
From the moment Christopher Lewis appeared, Hope Williams’s expression became even more worried.
If Waylon Lewis hated Liam Cloud, Christopher Lewis had even more reason to, and now that Christopher Lewis knew Liam Cloud was in Emperor Capital, things became even more complicated.
Their entanglement was too deep; Hope Williams did not know all that had happened between them, but she knew it involved the life of the third young master of the Lewis Family.
Hope Williams’s gaze deepened with worry. She was truly concerned for Liam Cloud’s predicament.
This ostentatious man should not have returned; she feared that if the Lewis Family took action against Liam Cloud, he really might not be able to leave Emperor Capital.
She also feared that if Liam Cloud acted against the Lewis Family, a bloody storm would ensue.
Sensing the worry in Hope Williams’s eyes, Liam Cloud’s lips curved in pleasure, casting a defiant glance at Waylon Lewis, “See, she’s worried about me.”
Waylon Lewis glared at him. “How self-deceiving.”
Liam Cloud ignored him.
“If it really comes down to a fight, who do you hope wins?” Liam Cloud narrowed his eyes at Hope Williams.
Waylon Lewis also turned his head to look at her.
Hope Williams glanced at Waylon Lewis, pursed her lips, and fell silent for a moment, “I…”
Hope Williams really hated this question.
Why did they always make her choose between them?
What they referred to as winning and losing was far more than just victory or defeat—it was about two lives.
She didn’t want them to fight at all; it was a question without a choice.
She took a deep breath and said, “What does it matter if I choose you, or if I choose him? If either of you gets hurt, do you think I would be happy?”
Hope Williams frowned tightly at the two of them.
“You saved my life, my benefactor, the only person who protected me in a foreign land. I’m very grateful to you and regard you as family.”
Hope Williams looked toward Waylon Lewis, “And you’re my husband, the one I love most. You guys want me to watch the two of you fight to death, and then desperately pray in my heart that one of you survives. I can’t do that.”
Hope Williams pressed her lips together.
And what was most frustrating was that what she had just said—they both clearly understood, yet they always forced her to choose.
It was like two children competing for attention; it was really giving her a headache.
A deep pang of distress rose in the depths of Waylon Lewis’s eyes as he gripped Hope Williams’s hand.
By involving her, they were troubling her as well.
Not a trace of amusement remained on Liam Cloud’s face, just endless depth, as he looked at Waylon Lewis and said coldly, “You should be grateful; if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t waste my words with you time and time again.”
Liam Cloud was known for his moodiness; he disdained verbal engagements and would rather deal with those he disliked with real swords and guns, with no regard for anything else.
Hope Williams was particularly worried precisely because she knew this about him.
Right now, the person he most despised was Waylon Lewis. Once a fight started, once he saw red, no one could stop Liam Cloud.
And Waylon Lewis was not someone to be trifled with either.
Hope Williams silently stepped forward, “Liam Cloud, stop it, go back to your country.”
“Are you telling me to leave?”
Liam Cloud’s cold eyes suddenly narrowed.
“Can’t you understand human language?” Waylon Lewis retorted.
“I was asking her, what are you butting in for?”
“It’s too difficult for her to talk to you.”
Liam Cloud’s entire being was filled with coldness, “Mind your own damn business.”
“Her business is my business.”
A chilling aura filled Waylon Lewis’s stern face.
“The one who drove her away is shameless, isn’t it?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“I must concern myself with her affairs.”
“Mind your own business.”
“You’re asking for death, aren’t you?”
The two men glared at each other, teeth clenched.
Once more, tension filled the air around them. Hope Williams pressed her lips together, her eyes wide with speechless irritation, “How long are you two going to keep this up?”
Liam Cloud, “He started it first.”
“Alright, if he’s at fault, then I apologize to you on his behalf, okay?”
“No, unless he personally apologizes to me.”
Waylon Lewis glared at him coldly, “In your dreams.”
