She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Hope Williams sighed, patting Wyatt Lewis on the shoulder, speaking earnestly, "Wyatt, Wyatt, your brother went as far as to become a 'Thief' for you, don't let down the reputation he sacrificed for you."

Wyatt Lewis was so moved, he almost cried in front of his dear brother and sister-in-law.

"You really are my dear brother and sister-in-law..."

Hope Williams had a faint smile on her face, seeing Wyatt Lewis profoundly moved, "Alright, stop being mushy. Since you've decided, don't just stand there. It's now eight in the evening. You have nearly thirteen hours to win over your future father and mother-in-law."

Wyatt Lewis stood up, holding Aria Richardson's hand, "I'm going right now."

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll keep an eye on things here for you."

Hope Williams nodded her chin toward the direction of the emergency room. At the car accident scene, she had checked on Emma Winton, whose injuries were not life-threatening, so she wasn't overly worried.

Hope Williams stood up and walked over. Upon seeing Wyatt Lewis dragging Aria Richardson away, Alitzel Williams frowned slightly.

"Where's that Wyatt Lewis heading now? With Emma Winton hurt like this because of him, leaving now is really out of line."

"Mom, he's got something urgent; let him go."

Seeing Hope Williams say that, Alitzel Williams just furrowed her brows and said nothing more.

Fortunately, most of the Lewis family members were there, including the elder, so even with Wyatt Lewis leaving, it was still manageable dignity-wise.

The matter here was settled, but Zoey was still missing, a matter of significant concern.

Hope Williams tightly gripped her cell phone, hoping Joseph Sanders and his team would quickly find Zoey Sanders.

...

At this moment, inside a small room of about thirty square meters, apart from a giant iron cage, there was nothing else.

Cold luminescence poured down from above the iron cage, the room's only light source.

Zoey Sanders woke up from the pain, a massive ache radiating from her forehead, almost making her faint again.

She opened her moist eyes, looking around in panic, trying to support herself up with her hands but found them tied. Adding to this, she felt she'd lost too much blood, rendering her utterly powerless.

Zoey Sanders trembled, not daring to move. At barely over twenty, she'd only ever encountered kidnapping in TV news, never imagining it would truly befall her.

In the still night, the chill seeping through, fear amplified infinitely.

She huddled inside the iron cage, shivering continuously, unsure if anyone realized she was missing yet, and not knowing whether she'd survive this ordeal.

Thinking of this, her already dirty little face went a shade whiter.

Just as Zoey Sanders felt like crying, she heard the voices of two men outside.

"Heard this woman is the Sanders' eldest daughter. Selling her won't cause us any trouble, will it?"

"What's there to fear? Sell her into the mountains without a trace. Who cares which family's eldest daughter she is?"

"True. Miss Winton did say to sell her as far away as possible. By tomorrow morning, once we're out of the city, who'll be able to find her?"

One of the men cleared his throat, suggesting the people inside could hear them...

In fact, Zoey Sanders had indeed heard them. She deliberately leaned close to the cage, nearing the door, straining to catch their conversation.

The information she overheard felt like a thunderbolt.

These people planned to sell her to the mountains tomorrow to be the bride of an old man unable to find a wife?

No, she didn't want to be sold, didn't want to be a bride to an old man...

Zoey Sanders felt genuine fear. What should she do?

How could she escape?

Just then, the door creaked open, and the men entered. They were burly and wore black masks, and Zoey Sanders, wanting to continue pretending to be unconscious, had no time left.

"Oh, awake, are we?"

The two men, seeing her awake, maliciously banged on the cage with sticks, making Zoey Sanders curl up and shiver.

"A young lady this precious is different indeed, so beautiful and delicate. She should fetch a great price."

Zoey Sanders bit her lip, overwhelmingly scared, but she had to think of a way to save herself.

Otherwise, she'd truly be waiting to be sold.

Zoey Sanders mustered her courage, looking at the two men outside the cage, and asked, "How much will you earn selling me?"

The two men exchanged a glance, laughed, "Hard to say. You're so pretty, easily tens of thousands..."

"Ten times. I'll pay ten times myself. I have money, loads of it. Call my brother. As long as you let me go, never mind tens of thousands; hundreds of thousands, millions, billions—it's all just a word from him."