She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 688: Chapter 688: Our Big Boss Is Still Very Gentle

Hope Williams looked at Harry Williams’s humble and out-of-control demeanor, suddenly recalling their first meeting in the Emperor Capital.

Back then, the young man in front of her had golden hair, was full of vigor, confident and flamboyant, careless and unruly.

Now his hair is dyed black again, kneeling before her to humbly plead for the only blood-related person he has in this world.

Hope Williams wondered, if so many things hadn’t happened, if Ted Williams wasn’t involved, would he still be that shining person standing on the high platform.

Her expression turned vacant for a moment.

"Get up first." Hope sighed coldly.

Harry Williams’s thin lips pressed tight, his unbent spine still straight, "Did you agree?"

Hope shook her head.

"Do you remember what I told you? You can’t save someone who plunges headlong into the abyss; every step into doom is his own doing.

I’m not a soft-hearted person; instead, I am vindictive. What you’re doing won’t change anything, so stand up."

Harry’s face darkened slightly, his face showing pain, he closed his eyes slightly, and after a brief silence, he spoke:

"Really... impossible? Three months, he has already paid the price, and I believe he regrets it. People make mistakes, Cousin, don’t you make mistakes? Is it because he made one mistake that he doesn’t even get a chance to make amends?"

Hope frowned, continued, "Is it as simple as making one mistake? Can you count how many people he harmed?"

Hope turned her face away directly, "I won’t save him, don’t plead anymore."

Harry slowly stood up, looking at Hope’s unfeeling expression, with pain filling his eyes.

After a while, he let out a sarcastic chuckle, his voice cold, "Cousin is truly heartless." noveldrama

"I am heartless. If you faced multiple death crises, your family faced persecution, barely surviving, I think you’d be the same."

With that, Hope said no more, opened the door and walked out, only to find two men standing at the doorway.

Waylon Lewis and Liam Cloud...

Hope raised her eyebrows slightly, "What are you doing standing outside?"

Waylon’s cold gaze swept past Hope to glance at Harry behind her, then stepped beside Hope, holding her hand, "Worried about you."

A desperate person can do anything.

Hope lightly pressed her lips and smiled, so these two were ready to rush in at any moment?

Liam Cloud, hands in his pockets, looked at Harry meaningfully, "Do you want to see your brother?"

Harry’s previously dim eyes flickered, "Can you really let me see him?"

Liam shrugged, "As long as you don’t regret it, I don’t care."

Harry’s tone grew anxious, "I won’t regret it, I’ll go."

Liam curled his lips into a smile, the smile full of wickedness.

Hope glanced at Liam but said nothing.

Liam casually looked at Waylon, "Didn’t you send your assistant to my place for him, do you two want to go together?"

Hope said, "It’s okay to have a look."

...

Leaving the hospital, the car drove along the way and stopped in front of an Ancient Castle.

Getting out of the car, Hope looked at the Ancient Castle in front of her, which was Liam Cloud’s home.

Wesley Ruiz got out of the driver’s seat, walked to the front, and pushed the heavy doors of the Ancient Castle open. The vast house inside was empty, curtains were drawn, no lights were on, and not a single figure could be seen, it was very desolate.

Liam Cloud did not often come back to live here, or rather, he didn’t often come back to live here since Hope left.

"Come in."

Liam Cloud walked in front, through the Ancient Castle, and behind it was a Dark Prison.

If Liam Cloud hadn’t been leading the way, outsiders would definitely find this place hard to discover.

Wesley Ruiz stepped forward to open the smart lock, pushed the double doors open with both hands.

Although this place was a Dark Prison, it was decorated in a high-end cold color scheme, not a bit dark and damp.

Walking through the long corridor, there was a locked room in front, Liam Cloud stopped.

The unfamiliar environment inevitably instilled fear.

Harry’s expression gradually became tense, "Where’s my brother?"

Liam raised an eyebrow, a smile on his face, nodded his chin, "Right in here."

Harry immediately stepped forward, twisting the doorknob with force, but he couldn’t open it.

Harry’s eyes reddened with anxiety, "Open the door."

Liam smirked, leisurely looking at Harry, "Are you ordering me?"

Harry suppressed his emotions, "No, I’m begging you."

"Ha." Liam laughed coldly, beckoned behind him, and Wesley Ruiz brought two people forward, one on each side, pinning his shoulders.

Harry struggled hard, "Liam Cloud, what do you mean by this?"

"Just stand here."

Harry squinted his eyes in confusion.

"You said you’d bring me to see my brother."

"Yes, I didn’t stop you from seeing him, did I?"

Saying that, Liam opened the door and walked in.

Hope was unsure what Liam was doing, just as she was about to follow in, Waylon stopped her.

"Stay here obediently."

"Why?"

Waylon raised his eyes and glanced inside, because he knew the extent of this guy’s viciousness, people in his hands would not know what kind of torture they would face.

Waylon didn’t want Hope to see that kind of scene.

"Good."

Waylon walked inside and closed the door.

Hope stood outside, and Wesley specially had someone bring a chair for Hope.

"Sister Hope, have a seat."

Hope asked, "What did Liam do to him? Not missing an arm or a leg, right?"

Wesley chuckled lightly, "Sister Hope, actually our Big Boss isn’t that cruel, he’s quite gentle."

"Gentle?" Hope shook her head and laughed lightly, "That word seems quite out of place with him."

Harry was pressed to the door, and Wesley went over to open a small window at the door, through which he could see the scene inside.

As soon as Waylon walked into this room, he felt the temperature inside was not quite right.

In the empty room, other than the table with torture instruments, there was only a cage, and the person imprisoned inside wasn’t bound.

Covered in dried blood stains, he leaned dejectedly against the cold iron bars, his head lowered, fists clenched as if desperately holding back something.

Waylon raised his dark eyebrows, his face showing a few cold and sinister smiles, "Compared to your ruthlessness, I truly pale in comparison."

Liam shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside, pulled a chair to sit down, "Flattery."

Hearing the commotion, the person inside the cage lifted his lowered head.

His eyes fierce, like a trapped beast still fighting, looking forward, and upon seeing Waylon, Ted Williams had a fleeting moment of surprise before a cold smile appeared on his filthy face in the next second.

"Waylon Lewis... ha, why? Has Hope died, and you’ve come to settle the score with me?"

Waylon walked over, stood in front of the cage, his expression dark and extremely cold as he looked at Ted Williams.

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