She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 482 Deadlock

Hope Williams’s expression was icy, her gaze calmly landed on Luna Williams’s face.

"Right, Little Hope is your sister. Even if you don’t want to donate bone marrow to save her, you can’t just watch her get beaten to death, right?" Maverick Williams said anxiously with eyes full of urgency.

"Oh." Hope asked indifferently, "What does that have to do with me?"

"You!"

Seeing Hope’s indifferent attitude toward life and death, Maverick immediately changed his color, "How can you say such heartless things? Even if you don’t want to donate bone marrow, you can’t just watch her get beaten to death and do nothing. How can you be so malicious?"

"I’m heartless? I’m malicious? Maverick, where was your conscience when you forced me to abort my child, and against my will, to donate bone marrow to Luna? Isn’t the life of my child a life too? Who is the real malicious one?"

Hope stood her ground, watching him calmly, her voice was neither light nor heavy, but incredibly oppressive.

Maverick paused for a moment and retorted, "A child can be conceived again, but your sister has only one life. Can’t you see which is more important?"

Hope had managed to remain calm, but finally, Maverick’s shameless words ignited wave after wave of anger in her.

Her hands, which hung at her sides, clenched tightly.

Even Wyatt Lewis, standing to the side, felt an impulse to charge forward and kick the old man.

In his eyes, only Luna’s life matter!

Wyatt looked towards his brother. Surprisingly, Waylon remained expressionless and showed no sign of anger.

This calmness of Waylon... Wyatt silently took two steps back, preferring to see his brother enraged and kicking Old Master Williams.

But with Waylon like this, Wyatt felt an even greater terror.

It was the calm before the storm!

Hope stroked her forehead and calmed down, "My child’s life is worthless to you, and similarly, her life is worthless to me. So why should I save her? If she is beaten to death now, I wouldn’t even blink."

"You..."

"Despicable!"

Maverick was so angry that his face turned red and his ears flushed; it took him a long while before he could choke out two words.

As soon as Hope finished speaking, Liam Cloud curled his lip and leisurely chambered a round in his gun.

Luna screamed in terror, "No... don’t... don’t do it..."

Maverick, furious and irritated yet helpless, burst out, "If you dare lay a hand on her, you won’t leave here safely tonight."

Indeed, this was still City A, and moreover, it was Williams Family territory, surrounded by the Family Guard.

Though Waylon Lewis and Liam Cloud also had a substantial number of people, Maverick still had confidence on Williams Family ground.

If Luna was harmed, a fierce battle between both parties was inevitable, which would likely end in a pyrrhic victory.

Furthermore, if the commotion caused by real knives and guns got too big and alerted those above, it wouldn’t be good.

The higher-ups tend to turn a blind eye to minor spats between these powerful families, so long as it doesn’t affect their face.

However, making a big scene and offending their superiors would cause trouble for both the Lewis and Williams families.

This is well understood by Hope, Waylon, Liam, and of course, Maverick.

Considering the pros and cons, everyone naturally tends to restrain themselves.

Therefore, they can’t really harm Luna, only vent their anger verbally.

"Little Hope, Little Hope..." An urgent and aged voice came bustling from the rear of the crowd.

Servants rushed to escort Old Lady Williams over; she moved both urgently and swiftly, afraid of arriving too late and causing terrible consequences.

"Little Hope..."

"Grandma."

Old Lady Williams grabbed Hope’s hand, visibly shocked by the situation.

When Old Lady Williams arrived, Luna, as if seizing a lifesaver, called out desperately, "Grandma, please, beg my sister for me, let me go, I just want to live, I just want a chance to live, what did I do wrong, I haven’t harmed anyone..."

"Luna..."

Old Lady Williams turned to look at Luna, just to see her held at gunpoint by a man with silver hair, who resembled a death god, causing Old Lady Williams to have difficulty breathing for a moment.

The flesh of both the palm and the back of the hand is the same—it hurts no matter where the cut goes, she wished for the well-being of both, unable to bear seeing either harmed.

Old Lady Williams knew that these people were all protecting Hope, so she pleaded as she looked towards her.

"Little Hope, Grandma knows what your grandfather did was really too much, he deserves to be beaten and scolded, but please, Grandma begs you... let Luna go... I promise you no one will force you to donate bone marrow again, please spare her."

Old Lady Williams covered her face and wept. At her advanced age, she could not bear such a sight, nor the shock.

Hope pursed her lips; seeing her grandmother cry like this, she couldn’t bear it and extended her hand to support her, "Grandma, I also don’t want to hurt anyone, it’s him who forced me into this situation."