She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 689: Chapter 689: Why Ask Her to Save Someone

Ted Williams tugged at his lips, laughing even more wantonly, as if he had succeeded, savoring Waylon Lewis’s agony over losing Hope Williams.

"Come to think of it, three months have passed, Hope Williams must be dead, the poison I gave her, she absolutely couldn’t survive beyond three months.

Waylon Lewis, she must have been in great pain when she died, that poison in the third month was enough to make her life worse than death.

As long as she’s dead, even if the Williams Clan doesn’t end up in my hands, I haven’t lost. Hahaha, after all, as for the heirs of the Williams Family, I didn’t leave even one for Maverick Williams. The useless ones are imprisoned, and the useful ones are dead, hahaha, how wonderful, Maverick Williams would die with regrets knowing this, wouldn’t he?"

Ted Williams stood up rigidly, his cracked and peeling lips pulling into a manic grin.

When Waylon Lewis heard him say that the poison would make Hope Williams’s life worse than death in the third month, his face grew cold inch by inch.

How desperate Hope Williams must have been then!

Bitterness and hatred filled Waylon Lewis’s eyes, as if he wished to grind Ted’s bones into dust.

He said coldly, "All you did, your ultimate goal was to take revenge on Maverick Williams?"

"Yes."

"But you’ll be disappointed."

"Disappointed? That’s ridiculous."

Ted Williams approached the bars, his face ferocious, his lips pulled into a cold sneer, "How could I be disappointed? Are you trying to say Hope Williams isn’t dead? I’m telling you that’s impossible because there is no antidote for that poison, her fate is death. I never intended for her to live from the start."

Waylon Lewis furrowed his brow, deep black eyes filled only with uncontainable killing intent. He glanced at the table beside him, picking and choosing until he held a black gun.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the black gun, gritting his teeth, "She never meant to provoke any of you."

Ted Williams laughed coldly with his head down, "No choice. When Maverick Williams approached her, when Jade Bell wanted to force the group onto her, when she became a stumbling block to me, she had no way to stay uninvolved."

Waylon Lewis glared at him coldly, "Yes, so you all really deserve death."

"Deserve death? And then what? Waylon Lewis, even if you kill me, Hope Williams’s fate is still death, I have nothing to lose. How about that? Are you angry? If you’re angry, just kill me, come on! Kill me!" Ted Williams shouted outright.

He’d had enough of the endless torment from that demon every day; dying was a hundred times better than living through this.

Ted spread his arms wide, ready to embrace death.

"Kill me! Waylon Lewis, avenge your wife, kill me!" he continued to shout at Waylon.

He desperately hoped Waylon would end his life swiftly with a bullet now.

"Bang bang bang bang."

Four consecutive gunshots.

A low painful growl, and blood gushed out...

Outside the door, Harry Williams could hear all the conversation inside. His heart instantly leaped to his throat, struggling to rush in but was held down tightly by others.

"Let me go, let me go! Hope Williams, save him, save him!"

Hope Williams sat on a chair, her brows furrowed inwards, "Didn’t you just hear what he said? He was determined to kill me; why should I save him now?"

Hope Williams wasn’t that kind-hearted.

Of course, she also knew that Waylon Lewis wouldn’t kill Ted Williams.

Waylon’s four bullets accurately pierced his shoulders and his kneecaps.

Ted Williams’s knees suddenly hit the ground, a painful wail escaping his lips.

Waylon Lewis stood there, his eyes dark and deep, hands clenched tight with veins protruding, a sign of his suppressed rage. He looked on coldly as he took off his coat, glancing at Liam Cloud, "The temperature’s too low, raise it more."

Liam raised an eyebrow.

Ted Williams, like a wounded wild dog, curled up and howled.

Waylon Lewis watched coldly, his eyes growing darker, devoid of any sense of satisfaction.

None of this compared to the hurt inflicted on Hope Williams.

"Waylon Lewis, why won’t you kill me... why... not kill me? Kill me to avenge Hope Williams," he pleaded.

Hope Williams had just pushed the door open when a wave of heat hit her, mixed with a hint of rotten blood, an unpleasant smell that made one involuntarily frown.

When Waylon Lewis saw Hope coming in, he immediately moved forward to shield her view, "Why did you come in?"

"How could I let him be disappointed if I didn’t come in?"

Ted Williams, in his painful howls, heard a familiar voice, his heart skipped a beat, and with the last ounce of strength, he raised his head to see Hope Williams standing intact beside Waylon Lewis.

"Impossible... impossible, this can’t be..." Ted Williams’s eyes widened like bells.

Even if Hope Williams wasn’t dead now, she should be barely breathing, not appearing like this, unharmed.

Impossible, he couldn’t believe it. noveldrama

"Hope Williams?!"

"It’s me. Disappointed, aren’t you? I’m not dead."

Ted Williams stared in disbelief, looking up at Hope Williams’s indifferent face, muttering to himself, "Not dead, you’re not dead, not dead..."

As he spoke, he laughed, "Ha, you’re really not dead, after all I’ve done, how could you not be... why... why..."

Hope Williams’s appearance was like the final straw that broke the camel’s back, and Ted Williams collapsed completely to the ground, continuously laughing.

"Hope Williams, in the end, you won."

Hope Williams said nothing.

Won?

No! Everyone paid too high a price in this thing; if winning, there were truly no winners.

She could only consider herself fortunate.

Fortunate to have saved her family, fortunate to have survived.

...

The temperature in the room kept rising, as beads of sweat formed on Hope Williams’s smooth forehead, and her body felt it too, the heat becoming increasingly unbearable.

If it was bad for them, just imagine how it was for Ted Williams, injured as he was, with sweat flowing into his wounds, a sharp pain spreading like thousands of insects biting.

Hope Williams understood what Wesley Ruiz meant by ’gentle’.

Liam Cloud hadn’t done anything to Ted Williams; he had just ordered others to repeatedly tear open Ted’s wounds.

Then kept him in the high temperature, under which people sweat constantly, and the sweat contains salt, which is like sprinkling salt on wounds, plus high temperatures make wounds easier to fester and inflame.

Such prolonged torment was worse than death.

One had to admire Liam Cloud’s methods of torture.

Hope Williams frowned, turning her head away from Ted Williams.

Waylon Lewis took Hope Williams’s hand, "Let’s go."

"Mm." Hope Williams nodded.

Liam Cloud also stood up, and the three of them left.

Harry Williams tried desperately to rush in but was pinned down by two of Liam Cloud’s tall subordinates.

"Let me go, let me go, let me go. Liam Cloud, what was your purpose in bringing me here?"

Liam Cloud looked down at him, "You heard for yourself, didn’t you? Your brother was hell-bent on torturing Hope Williams to death, so you tell me, why should Hope Williams save someone who wanted to kill her?

And what right do you have to ask Hope Williams to save him? Do you take her for a Holy Mother?"