She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 729: Chapter 729: Very Protective

Natalie Rogers humbly continued to ask, "Since I’ve apologized and we’ve forgiven, can we go back now?"

Thomas Hughes replied blandly, "Mrs. Knox, our Boss hasn’t finished speaking yet."

"What... what else is there?"

A cold, sardonic smile appeared on Waylon Lewis’s extraordinarily handsome face, and he beckoned with a finger.

The tall and burly bodyguards behind him stepped forward expressionlessly and stood in front of Alexander Knox.

Alexander’s face turned icy, and he clenched his fists, "What do you mean by this?"

Waylon stared coldly at him, "No other meaning. Twenty people attacked Wyatt; I’m not bullying you. If you can defeat these ten bodyguards of mine, you can take your mother and leave."

Alexander gritted his teeth. This was clearly an eye for an eye.

"What if I don’t?"

Waylon raised an eyebrow, "Then what happens to your mom will depend on my mood."

"Ah? No, please... Alexander, save me... save me." Natalie panicked, filled with fear.

Alexander clenched his fists, "Waylon Lewis, don’t push it too far. Wyatt barged into my family’s place to take away my fiancée. Isn’t it right that he got hurt and beaten? Is the Lewis Family so arrogant that they even want to steal someone else’s fiancée?"

Waylon curled his lips, his expression cold and stern, "Fiancée? Forcing someone to marry you by any means, and you have the nerve to call it that?"

"So what? What’s it to you?"

Waylon’s dark eyebrows shifted slightly, "Naturally, it has nothing to do with me. Whether you marry a corpse or not is none of my concern, but when someone from the Lewis Family is beaten, it does concern me. I’m very protective."

Alexander furrowed his brow violently, staring at Waylon with eyes full of anger.

Silas Knox hurriedly brought a few bodyguards out, trying to stop all this, "President Lewis, please show mercy."

Waylon glanced at his watch, "Chairman Knox, this is a personal vendetta. I hope it doesn’t escalate to affect corporate interests."

Silas halted in his tracks, his face stiffened. Waylon implied that if he dared to interfere, it wouldn’t just be about a fight today; even the Knox Clan would suffer.

Waylon silently withdrew his gaze and glanced at the ten bodyguards.

In the next moment, several bodyguards clenched their fists and struck first.

Alexander barely dodged the first punch, which grazed his cheek. His eyes turned dark; he clenched his fists and retaliated, filling the air with the sounds of combat.

"Alexander!" Natalie screamed in fear.

These ten bodyguards of Waylon were not ordinary. They had been carefully selected and professionally trained, with combat skills that could rival even Nolan and his kind.

Thomas stood beside Waylon, watching the scene, thinking Alexander deserved it.

This was already considered merciful; when they attacked Wyatt, each was armed, which is how Wyatt got injured so severely.

And after Wyatt had fought off more than twenty people, he didn’t stick to the original plan to let him and Aria Richardson leave but instead added over ten more people.

Game rules are always set by the strong, so naturally, Waylon was obliged to return the gesture.

After a few rounds, it was evident that Alexander was no match for Waylon’s ten bodyguards. He was beaten to one knee, gasping heavily, sweat dripping down his hair.

The bodyguards gave him no breathing room, swiftly aiming a side kick at him. Alexander’s eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand to block. The kick’s force was immense, and he himself slid back several meters in the collision of power.

Natalie watched as her son was powerless against a group of burly men, her heart aching, crying as she crumpled to the ground, "Stop it, stop it, President Lewis, please don’t hit him anymore..."

Silas Knox, with a tightly furrowed brow, also felt heart-wrenching, wishing he could step in to take the beating for his son, but he dared not gamble with the company’s future.

Tonight, Waylon needed to vent this grievance.

Waylon’s cold smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.

In just ten minutes, Alexander couldn’t hold on, his hands on the ground unable to stand up.

Having lost his ability to fight back, the bodyguard’s fists naturally landed directly on him, each punch resounding in dull thuds, making Natalie fear-struck, her cries growing louder.

Alexander couldn’t resist; in this one-sided beating, he could only grit his teeth and tough it out. He even heard the sound of his bones breaking.

Thomas shook his head, cheering internally.

Well fought, beautifully fought.

Planning an engagement? Better stay lying down.

Waylon raised his hand, and the bodyguards stopped attacking, returning to stand behind him unharmed.

Natalie and Silas rushed forward to help Alexander up.

Natalie cried and shouted, "Alexander! Alexander! Are you okay, Alexander..."

Waylon stood up, looking down at him, "I don’t care about your love affairs, but don’t touch anyone from the Lewis Family."

Alexander clutched his chest, his blood-red eyes glaring at Waylon, full of immense anger.

Waylon glanced at him coldly and turned around to leave straight away.

Thomas tossed a card in front of Alexander indifferently, "Our Boss’s compensation for the medical expenses."

Alexander, "Get lost!"

"Oh." Thomas picked up the card and left with Waylon.

He didn’t want it, which saved some money. Isn’t it better to use it for fuel?

Natalie was dumbstruck that Thomas even picked the card back up.

Seeing her son, her heart ached intensely, and simultaneously, a surge of hatred grew in her heart, blaming everything on Aria Richardson.

It was all that woman’s fault her son ended up like this.

...

Hope Williams comforted Aria Richardson at the Richardson Family’s home for quite a while and learned everything that happened at the Knox Family’s place from Aria. noveldrama

She truly hadn’t expected that Alexander had become this crazy.

He claimed to love Aria but perhaps, in reality, he was simply unwilling to be surpassed by Waylon and the others, wanting to prove to everyone that he wasn’t inferior to Waylon or Wyatt.

Hope rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.

After leaving the Richardson Family, she went straight home, and as soon as she got out of the car, it happened that Waylon had just returned as well.

Waylon’s handsome face was cold, but upon seeing Hope, his expression immediately relaxed a lot, and he stopped to wait for her to walk up to him.

Waylon took Hope’s hand, "You went to the Richardsons’?"

"Mm, did you go to teach Alexander a lesson?"

"Mm." Waylon’s deep voice hummed an acknowledgment.

Hope halted, pulling Waylon’s hands, and examined him up and down.

Waylon raised an eyebrow. "I didn’t make a move."

Hope saw his calm demeanor and sighed in relief, "That’s good."

Every time Wyatt got involved with the Knox Family, he’d end up hurt, and Hope feared Waylon would get into a fight with Alexander.

The two walked toward the main house, and Hope asked Waylon, "So what did you do to Alexander?"

"Got him a little injured, but he won’t die."

Hope, "..."

Hope’s lips twitched slightly; Waylon was quite protective, actually. Although Wyatt would always joke around with him, and he’d beat him out of frustration, he wouldn’t allow anyone else to bully his younger brother.

Wyatt probably went back to his room, so they headed toward Wyatt’s room.

Just as they opened the door, they were slightly startled by what they saw.

Wyatt was wrapped up like a mummy, leaning against the bed. The old man, Alitzel Williams, and Christopher Lewis stood at the foot of his bed, their gazes icy as they looked at him. Wyatt covered his face, looking utterly despondent.

Hope spoke up, "Grandpa, Dad, Mom, what’s going on with you all?"

"Waylon, Little Hope, you two came back just in time. Look at this brat, wounded like this, yet he refuses to say how it happened." Alitzel pointed at Wyatt, angrily ranting, "It’s infuriating! He’s almost mummified!"