She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 653: Be Careful or I’ll Throw You Back into the Sea to Feed the Fish

Chapter 653: Chapter 653: Be Careful or I’ll Throw You Back into the Sea to Feed the Fish

Noon.

Bright light streamed in through the glass window. Layers of curtains fell, and the woman on the white bed gently fluttered her eyelashes. Her weak yet clear eyes slowly opened.

"Miss, you’re finally awake."

A gentle voice came from beside her. Hope Williams’s mind was a bit slow. Looking at the delicately featured girl in front of her, she asked, "Where am I?"

"You were swept away by the waves at sea. Our Master Taylor’s yacht was just about to return, when they luckily saw you and rescued you."

Hope raised her hand to rub her head. She remembered now that Ted Williams had pushed her into the sea.

She couldn’t swim and had a deep-seated fear of water. She could only thrash around helplessly in the water, but the large waves kept lifting her body, leaving her completely uncontrollable.

She could only let one wave after another carry her farther away; she really thought she was going to die, but she didn’t expect to survive.

Hope sat up.

The maid-like girl beside her immediately went over to support Hope, "Miss, please don’t move around. The poison in your body hasn’t been completely neutralized, and you’re still very weak."

"Poisoned? Me?"

The maid nodded, "Yes, you were poisoned. But you’re lucky to have met our Master Taylor; otherwise, even if you hadn’t drowned, the poison would’ve killed you."

"Poisoned!" Hope murmured, her brow furrowing. She instinctively raised her hand to cover the wound on her neck.

The wound from the knife had already been treated and bandaged. She hadn’t eaten anything suspicious, so the only possibility of being poisoned was from the knife that cut her skin.

The little maid saw Hope in a daze and couldn’t help but say a few more words, "Miss, did you offend someone? The person who poisoned you was quite ruthless. This poison won’t kill you immediately, but it will slowly erode your organs. The pharmacist said this poison could kill you quietly within three months; ordinary doctors wouldn’t even be able to detect it, and there’s no antidote."

Hope’s eyes turned cold.

Quietly dying, Ted Williams had really made all the preparations.

Was he really that afraid she’d survive and later retaliate, reclaiming the Williams Clan?

Poison!

Thinking of this, Hope’s body stiffened. She looked down at her abdomen, "The child! What about my child?"

The maid hesitated for a moment. Her expression showed some difficulty, and she mumbled softly, as if trying not to upset Hope while organizing her words.

"Barely clinging to life, and you’re still thinking about the child? Don’t be too greedy!"

A cold and clear voice came from the doorway.

Hope looked over to see a tall, lean man in a luxurious black suit stepping in.

The man’s features were deep, his nose straight, his thin lips tightly pressed, and his keen golden-brown eyes swept over her lightly.

The maid who had just been speaking to Hope instantly shut her mouth, bowed respectfully, and greeted, "Master Taylor."

Hearing the man’s words, Hope’s heart fell into the abyss. Her eyes dimmed as she stammered, "Are you saying my child is gone?"

The man sat down on a chair nearby and raised an eyebrow, "I didn’t say that."

Hope’s eyes lit up with hope again.

Seeing the change from dull to animated in the woman’s face, Anthony Taylor looked at her with interest, "You’re not concerned about your own body."

"Can you tell me the condition of my child?"

"What did the doctor say... what was it?" Anthony beckoned to the maid beside him.

The maid quickly added, "The doctor said you showed signs of miscarriage but tried to save it."

Hope breathed a sigh of relief, "Does this poison affect the fetus?"

Upon hearing Hope’s question, the man in front of her seriously contemplated the doctor’s words, "Whether it’ll affect the fetus..."

Hope looked at him with great anticipation.

"How would I know? I’m not a doctor."

"..."

Hope placed her hand on her abdomen, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

With a sigh, she looked at the man in front of her, "Okay, sir, thank you very much for saving me. I shouldn’t impose more; I must leave now."

Hope was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed, but she noticed the man staring at her, making her feel strange.

Anthony looked at her with interest, "You’re someone I saved, and now you’re on my territory. You want to leave just like that?"

Hope frowned, thinking for a moment and realizing she might be wrong.

After all, someone saved her; she couldn’t let his effort be in vain.

Leaving like that wasn’t right.

"Why don’t you name a price? How much do you want?"

Anthony smirked, "Do you think I’m someone who’s short of money?"

Hope was silent for a few seconds, glancing around the room, which exuded luxury, with various exquisite and expensive ornaments. It didn’t seem like a place for someone who lacked money.

Hope found it difficult to think of a way, other than money, to repay him.

"Sir, what do you want then? I’ll do my best within my capabilities."

The man looked her up and down, seeming quite satisfied with what he saw.

"You have a very beautiful face."

Hope’s finely shaped brows twitched, feeling confused, "You don’t want my face, do you?"

Anthony’s face lit up with a light smile, "Did the seawater mess up your mind? What would I want with your face? I want you to stay."

Hope’s expression turned serious, and she immediately refused, "Impossible, sir. I have a husband; my husband and family must be worried and looking for me now. I must return at once."

The man looked at her with his golden-brown eyes, "Oh, I’m not negotiating with you. I found you in the sea, so you’re mine."

Hope’s face couldn’t hold her composure any longer, "Sir, I’m a person, not an object."

"I never said you’re not a person!"

"..."

"I rescue you and then let you go; do you think I’m that selfless, as if I do good deeds regularly? Besides, don’t forget, your poison isn’t cured yet. Don’t stay here, and you’ll just go back to die?"

Hope looked at him helplessly, "Sir, I’m really grateful that you saved me, but there’s no way I can stay here. If there’s anything else you want, I’ll do my best to fulfill it, but as for the poison, I won’t trouble you."

After saying that, Hope lifted the quilt and got off the bed from the other side. She put on her shoes, but after taking just two steps, she suddenly felt dizzy.

She quickly raised her hand to support the table beside her to steady herself.

Anthony laughed, "You’re amusing. Comatose for three days, poisoned, and you’re still trying to leave. Go ahead; I’d like to see you try."

Anthony watched her calmly.

Hope rubbed her forehead. Having not eaten for three days, she felt she had no strength in her body.

Anthony gestured for the maid to help Hope.

"Stop pretending to be tough, and don’t provoke me either, or I’ll throw you back to the fish."

The maid helped Hope to the sofa and advised, "Miss, you haven’t eaten in the past three days of your coma; your body is very weak, so don’t overexert yourself. We’ve arranged a meal for you; have something to eat first, and then we can talk."

The maid subtly hinted, and Hope understood.

The maid gave Hope a few more glances, suggesting she should stop talking.

Hope blinked her eyes, and the maid pursed her lips.

Hope, "..."

At that moment, a man dressed as a butler came in and whispered something in Anthony’s ear. Anthony’s expression darkened, becoming extremely displeased, "Do I owe him?"

The butler lowered his head, not daring to say more.

Anthony stood up and walked out but glanced back at Hope before leaving, "Hey, what’s your name?"

Hope, "Didn’t call."

Anthony smirked at the butler, pointing at Hope, "Throw her back into the sea to feed the fish."

The butler, "..."

The maid, "..."

Hope, "Hope Williams!"

"That wasn’t so hard. Anthony." With that, he walked out.

Once the man left, Hope looked at the maid who had just helped her and asked, "You seem to be afraid of him?"

The maid quickly glanced at the door, making sure there was no one there before turning back to Hope:

"Master Taylor’s temper is... capricious. He was already being very patient with you just now. If you keep talking, he might really throw you back into the sea."

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