She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 167 - Your call has been switched off

Chapter 167 -167 Your call has been switched off

Joy Ward’s fingers hovered over a row of knives, “Which one should I use to torture you with.”

Waylon Lewis held his phone, turning it off and on, off and on, repeating the process several times. Wyatt just couldn’t figure out why his brother was acting so strangely.

Waylon Lewis eventually redialed Hope Williams’s number.

“Beep… The number you have dialed is turned off…”

“The number you have dialed is turned off…”

“The number you have dialed is turned off…”

…

Anxiously, Waylon Lewis made three or four calls, all to no avail as they went straight to voicemail.

Wyatt looked at Waylon, who still couldn’t get through, and felt somewhat speechless at his panicked expression.

Tsk…

See, that’s what you get for not answering their calls. Now look, they’re not answering yours.

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That’s what you get for being stubborn.

“Bro, stop calling. Maybe your sister-in-law is in the OR like last time, huh? She’s a doctor, and they don’t bring their phones into surgery. Or maybe she’s asleep, with her phone turned off and she doesn’t know, which is normal, all normal.”

Wyatt tried to reassure him.

Waylon furrowed his brows; these were the only reasons he could think of.

Thomas Hughes noticed that the time for the emergency video conference with President Sanders was drawing near and stepped forward to remind him, “Boss, the last-minute video conference you arranged with President Sanders is about to start.”

“Alright.” Waylon glanced at his phone, set it down, and entered the study.

…

“Hmm…”

The whip lashed mercilessly against Hope Williams, and Joy swung it wildly like a madwoman.

One lash!

Two lashes!

Three lashes!

…

With each swift strike, Joy’s eyes gleamed with a maniacal and twisted excitement.

Hope Williams bit her lower lip hard, shaking all over from the pain. The whip wouldn’t leave blood marks on her body, but the blows were deep and visceral. Each lash felt like ten thousand insects gnawing at her flesh, first numbness, then a spread of excruciating pain.

Her eyes, bloodshot, glared at Joy. Yet she still clenched her teeth, refusing to make a sound.

“Hope Williams, do you know how much I hate you? It’s all your fault, all your fault. Why did you have to come back? What right did you have to return? If you hadn’t, I would be Mrs. Lewis by now.

If you hadn’t come back, my life would have been perfect.

It’s all your fault; I blame you, I blame you! I’ll kill you, I’ll beat you to death!”

Joy wielded the whip with all her might.

Each lash that fell on Hope Williams brought her immense satisfaction.

“And those two brats you birthed, I paid such a huge price, and yet neither died. Instead, it cost my mother’s life. You whore, you despicable whore, you’re the one who should die, you ought to die, just die!”

“Why do you keep looking at me like that, you whore? Beg me, beg me!”

“Fat chance,” Hope Williams spat out coldly.

“We’ll see how stubborn you can be,” Joy said as she delivered another two lashes to Hope Williams.

The spectators in black clothes couldn’t bear to watch.

Joy was utterly ruthless.

But the other one was even tougher; an adult man couldn’t take so many lashes from this kind of whip, yet she endured, refusing to utter a sound.

Finally, after who knows how many lashes, Joy, deeply satisfied, tossed the whip aside.

Hope Williams lay there, her breath fading, barely clinging to life.

Rubbing her palms, Joy glared coldly at Hope Williams, “Find a doctor. Don’t let her die. And dress her up.”

Weston Morris had forbidden any harm to her, and if he found out Joy had beaten Hope Williams to this state, it wouldn’t end well.

After having had her fill, Joy finally left.

The two men in black, seeing that Joy had left, immediately went to Hope Williams and lowered her to the ground, “What are you standing around for? Go get a doctor.”

“The world really does have women this stubborn,” both men couldn’t help but admire her.

The next day.

First thing in the morning, Waylon Lewis called Hope Williams.

No idea what she was up to.

Not a single message the entire night.

“The number you have dialed is turned off…” The cold, mechanical voice on the phone kept repeating over and over.

Waylon clenched his eyebrows tightly, realizing that something was off, and immediately called his children, Luke and Willow.

“Hello, mean daddy, what’s up?”

“Where’s your Mommy?” Waylon inquired urgently.

“Mommy?”

Waylon heard the sound of footsteps; Luke must have run to look for Hope Williams.

Luke searched inside and outside the house but didn’t see any sign of Hope Williams, “Mommy didn’t seem to come home last night!”

Because the night before, Hope Williams had called to tell them she had a night shift and would be home late, so they went to bed early.

But now it was only 6:30 in the morning, and Hope Williams usually left for work at 7:30. No sign of her at home—and her room was tidy, clearly indicating she had not come back the night before.

Hope Williams would never fail to come home, no matter how late, because of the children, but this time she didn’t, and Luke was suddenly tense.

Hearing this, Waylon’s heart tightened. He ran outside while instructing, “I got it. Stay put at home. I’ll look for her.”

Hope Williams had children at home; she wouldn’t be out all night without good reason. Something was definitely amiss.

And her phone had been turned off since last night…

Panic overtook Waylon.

Grabbing his keys, he quickly left the house and put on his Bluetooth.

“Thomas Hughes, pull up all the surveillance footage from the hospital to Hope Williams’s apartment immediately.”

“Boss, what happened?” Thomas Hughes picked up on Waylon’s urgency and couldn’t help but feel anxious too.

“Let’s hope it’s nothing.”

Waylon’s eyes were dark, his heart pounding fiercely as he accelerated towards the hospital…