She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Hope Williams furrowed her brow and asked, "How is she now?"

"Fortunately, it was discovered relatively early, so the cuts weren't too deep, and her life isn't in danger. But the way she's tormenting herself is definitely not okay," the nurse sighed.

The reporters nearby, hearing the nurse's words, became like injected with adrenaline, quickly jotting everything down.

Emma Winton's suicide attempt due to pressure!

They had camped at the hospital for two days, and it wasn't all in vain.

Half an hour later, the doctor came out shaking his head and sighing, "I've never seen someone so eager to die. While others cling to life desperately, she seems intent on tormenting her own life."

Due to that car accident, Emma Winton's body was originally weak, and now her emotions keep swinging wildly. Her body simply can't withstand it. She often faints, and now she's even trying to die. The doctor is truly at a loss.

Hope Williams asked, "Is she awake?"

"Yes, she's awake and fairly lucid."

"Can we go in and see her? We won't get too close, just say a few words."

"This..." the doctor glanced at the female officer guarding Emma Winton nearby.

The female officer hesitated for a moment, "Five minutes."

"Alright."

The hospital room was filled with the scent of blood and disinfectant.

Emma Winton's hand was still cuffed to the hospital bed, and it was her wrist she had cut. It was now wrapped in thick layers of gauze.

A puddle of crimson blood remained on the floor, looking glaringly conspicuous.

Emma Winton's eyes were vacant, her face pale, and her thoughts were muddled.

When Hope Williams and Aria Richardson pushed the door open and entered, they saw this scene. The sunlight streamed into the room as usual, falling on Emma Winton's face, yet it inexplicably felt cold. If her eyes weren't open and her chest wasn't heaving, one might well have thought they were looking at a corpse.

"Can't handle it anymore?" Aria Richardson looked at Emma Winton. Though she loathed her, Aria's voice remained relatively calm.

Emma Winton's gaze sluggishly moved to their faces.

After causing such a scene, she didn't even have the energy to muster her emotions and could only look at Aria with a gaze full of hatred.

"Why are you here? To laugh at me? Seeing me like this, you must be the happiest."

"Who would be willing to laugh at you? I just heard you attempted suicide and came in to check on you."

"Feeling quite hopeless now, aren't you?"

Aria's voice was faint. As she looked at Emma Winton, she felt a bit of empathy for her current state.

She had also once been this hopeless.

At that time, she felt that death would be a true relief.

As long as she died, she wouldn't have to face anything anymore.

But if she had really died back then, she wouldn't even have had the chance to regret it.

Aria sighed softly, "Live well. Living is more important than anything."

"Good?" Emma Winton let out a sarcastic laugh, "Everything I had was destroyed by you and Wyatt Lewis. How can I be good? It'll never be good, never."

Emma Winton closed her eyes. From regret, fear, despair—her tears had run dry these past few days, and she couldn't even cry anymore.

She knew how the outside world viewed her now. She was being scolded all over the internet, truly infamous.

The once proud eldest daughter of the Winton Family had fallen to this point, all because of her soft heart.

"Do you know what I regret the most now?"

Hope Williams and Aria didn't answer, their eyes remaining on Emma Winton's pale face.

Emma Winton began speaking to herself, "What I regret the most is not being ruthless enough back then. Why didn't I harden my heart? If I had just been a little crueler, I wouldn't have ended up like this."

"If I had just been a bit crueler, neither you nor Wyatt Lewis would have had the chance to strut in front of me."

"Why don't you question why you have such intentions, harming others and yourself? I remember you once said you despised using underhanded means against others. Emma Winton, you've become exactly what you once despised."

Emma Winton looked up at Aria Richardson and let out a light chuckle, "Yes, how ironic! It was me, holding onto the naive hope that I could deceive everyone and caused all this."

Because I thought I could handle it all well, thought my plans were flawless.

So even though I knew the consequences, I still did it out of naive hope.

Now, regret is useless, and what's more prominent is hate.

"Because of your naive hope, your dad is now overwhelmed, and Chloe Woods, whom you wanted to protect, has been taken to the police station for investigation. It seems prison is inevitable," Hope said in a neutral tone.

Emma Winton's brows tightened, her voice suddenly rising, "How can that be? Impossible, those were all my doing alone; she had nothing to do with it. Why arrest her?"

"Do you think the police won't investigate? Whether she was involved or not, the police will investigate. If you want to help her escape charges so she'd owe you a favor and continue helping you outside, you're thinking too much. She won't have that chance."

Emma Winton wasn't a selfless person. She was willing to take it all on herself to make Chloe Woods owe her, so she'd continue to help her outside.

Emma Winton was still clever.

Emma's pale lips twitched as she sustained her energy to lift her head, only to weakly fall back onto the pillow.

"Really? You're impressive, cutting off all my escape routes completely. Ha, those reporters must have been brought here on purpose by you. Truly ruthless, attacking both physically and mentally."