She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor Chapter 6: Hand over the child? In his wildest dreams!

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Hand over the child? In his wildest dreams!

Arriving at Seaside Villa, Waylon Lewis fiercely grabbed Hope Williams’ hand and yanked her out of the car.

Hope, concerned about the children, knew that Luke could take care of Willow and get on a plane to Y country to find Liam Cloud. However, she still felt uneasy since they were only five-year-old children.

Lost in her thoughts, she was pulled by Waylon so unexpectedly that she almost fell to the ground. Good thing she managed to maintain her balance by holding onto the car door fra. She glared at Waylon, her eyes spitting fire, “Let go of , I can walk by myself!”

Of course, the man wouldn’t pay attention to her words. Instead, he pulled her with even more force toward the room in the villa.

He threw her down onto the carpet without any rcy. Before Hope could react, she felt a sharp pain in her chin as she was forced to lift her head, the man’s handso face right before her eyes.

“You stay here and reflect on your actions. When you’re ready to talk, you’ll get sothing to eat,” the man’s icy voice sounded like a demon from hell, echoing in her ears.

A chill ran down Hope’s spine, and she clenched her fists tightly. Give up the kids? He must be dreaming.

“Not a chance.”

“Heh.”

The man let out a cold laugh.

“Let’s hope in a few days, you still have the courage to talk back.”

After dropping that sentence, the man slamd the door and left.

Hope’s anxiety surged, and she patted her pockets, only to realize her phone had been taken. She lunged at the door again.

The door closed rcilessly in front of her.

“Bang!”

Hope’s eyes blazed with rage, “Waylon, give back my phone, you lunatic!”

Without a phone, she couldn’t contact Luke and Willow, couldn’t confirm their safety. Hope beca frantic, kicking the door hard, but the elaborate double doors didn’t budge an inch!

The room was on the third floor. Hope glanced at the height, knowing that jumping would be a disaster, but that damned man had locked the door from the outside; she couldn’t open it.

Hope searched through the room quickly; it was the room she had lived in after marrying Waylon. Not much had changed, which gave her a sense of familiarity mixed with strangeness. She rembered there was a spare key in the room.

Holding onto that slim hope, Hope searched through every drawer in the room, but not a shadow of a key was seen.

Feeling deflated, Hope leaned against the wall, hugging her knees, and slid to the floor. She had no idea whether Luke and Willow had safely boarded the plane.

She had no phone to contact them, and her anxious worry made every second unbearably torturous.

Three interminable hours passed like this. The clock on the wall showed it was twelve o’clock, lunchti, yet no one brought her food.

Hope had rushed that morning preparing food for the children and had only nibbled a bite herself. By this ti, she was starving.

Then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the silent hallway. Hope abruptly stood up, her hearing had always been excellent, soone was coming.

The door was knocked, and a sweet female voice called from outside, “Waylon.”

That voice… Joy Ward!

“Waylon, are you there?”

Hope’s heart stirred but she made no sound, instead, she moved a few steps across the floor, deliberately making a faint noise with her footsteps to signal to the person outside that soone was in the room. Then, Hope held her breath and stood in the corner against the wall.

“Waylon, can I co in?”

“…”

“Waylon, I’m coming in?”

Joy was overjoyed inside. Waylon hadn’t refused. Before, he always prevented her from entering this room, and the servants rarely did either. Even when they cleaned, they couldn’t touch anything inside.

Today, since Waylon hadn’t refused, Joy’s lips curled up in a sweet smile.

About to enter the room she had longed for, Joy couldn’t help but feel her heart race. She pulled down the collar of her dress to reveal her delicate collarbones and adjusted her neatly styled tea-colored curly hair before walking through the door.

Just as she thought she was about to see Waylon, “Ah…”

Hope hit her unexpectedly with a karate chop, imdiately knocking her out.

However, Hope hadn’t hit her too hard; Joy would wake up within an hour.

The fact that Joy had co upstairs looking for Waylon indicated that Waylon was not downstairs. With this thought, Hope hurriedly dashed down the stairs.

She rushed to the entrance, with the main door within reach, Hope’s eyes filled with hope as she reached for the doorknob.

“Where do you think you’re going?”