The First Heir
Chapter 83

Chapter 83

“Wynn! Honey!”

Philip snarled like a maniac as he pounced forward to hold Wynn, pressing his hands hard on herabdomen. “Don’t be afraid, it’ll be alright! You’ll be alright!”

Wynn’s lips had turned white as layers of cold sweat beaded her forehead.

It hurt!

The hooligans instantly panicked as well and fled the scene without hesitation.

It was a mess. People were taking pictures and videos to post on the internet but nobody made anycalls.

Juan chased behind the men but soon returned with his phone. “Hello, I’m calling from Arc de TriumphHotel. Someone has been injured here, please send help right now! Hurry up please!”

Without thinking through, Philip carried Wynn in his arms and rushed out of the parking lot like amadman. He stopped a taxi and yelled in the driver’s face, “To the hospital! Quick, to the hospital!”

The driver remained calm and collected as he sped toward the hospital.

However, it was the evening rush hour, so traffic was extremely congested!

Time was running out!

With Wynn still in his arms, Philip jumped out of the car and began running.

The stab wound on Wynn’s abdomen continued bleeding, turning Philip’s sweat-stained shirt a shadeof bloody red.

“Doctor! I need a doctor here! I need help!”

The second Philip rushed into Riverdale Public Hospital, he dropped to his knees on the ground andstarted yelling.

Several medical staff at the emergency room came to help with a gurney and quickly pushed Wynn intothe emergency room.

…

Ten minutes later.

Philip sat in the corridor outside the emergency room feeling paralyzed. He kept pulling his hairfrantically as he muttered under his breath, “It’ll be fine, nothing will happen to her.”

At that moment, his mother and father-in-law, Martha and Charles, arrived at the hospital after hearingthe news.

“What happened? What are the doctors doing now?”

Martha was as anxious as ants on a hot pan as she hurried past Philip, sticking herself to theemergency room door in an attempt to see what was going on.

“Philip, what happened? Can you say something?” Charles shouted angrily at Philip who was slumpedon the ground.

Right then, Martha came around and rushed over. She pulled Philip up and screamed at him, “Philip,what’s going on? Why is Wynnie in the emergency room? Talk to me! Say something!”

Philip was too shaken to speak.

At that moment, Juan arrived as well. When he came over, he flung his arm at Philip and punchedPhilip in the face. Then, he swiftly grabbed Philip by the collar and yelled to his face, “Philip Clarke, it’sall your fault! Why did you tell all those lies? Why! Who are those people? What kind of people haveyou offended outside? I swear I’m not going to forgive you if something happens to Wynn!”

When Martha heard that Philip was the one who caused this incident, she immediately stepped forwardand slapped Philip multiple times. “Philip Clarke, I’ll make sure you pay with your life if I lose mydaughter!”

Martha’s blood pressure instantly rose along with her rage. She clutched her chest as she staggeredbackward.

“Aunty, are you alright?” Juan reacted swiftly and rushed forward to help Martha sit down.

As Martha slowly sat down, she continued scolding Philip, “You… Go away! I want you and Wynn toget a divorce! I’ll have her divorce you!”

Charles, who was standing by the side, was extremely worried about his daughter’s condition and atthe same time incredibly disgusted by Philip’s presence.

Fuming, he glared at the silent Philip who had his head down the entire time. He yelled, “I must havebeen blind to have allowed my daughter to marry a piece of trash like you! Scram! Get away from mysight this instant!”

Philip looked up at his furious in-laws and apologized. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I’ll bear all theconsequences myself if something were to happen to Wynn.”

Martha’s heart ached when she heard his words. She pointed her finger at Philip’s nose and continuedscreaming, “You good-for-nothing piece of trash! You waste your time idling around all day long. Notonly are you incapable of doing anything, you just had to stir up trouble outside! How did my daughter

end up with someone as useless as you? God, why are you torturing me? What evil have I done to thepoint that you’re punishing my daughter with an unlucky scumbag like him?”

“You and that bastard of yours should leave our Johnston family immediately. We don’t have a son-in-law with you, nor do we have that granddaughter!”

Martha fell to the bench once again, her arm clutching her chest as she panted heavily.

Her words were ruthless and harsh.

Still, Philip endured it all.

He was the one who started all of this.

Juan saw everything that happened from the side and sneered coldly. Realizing that he had the upperhand now, he quickly stepped forward and shoved Philip away. “Can you scram now? Or do you wantthe two elders to die from rage?”

Philip knew that if he stayed here any longer, he would only aggravate the two elders.

However, he could not stop worrying about Wynn.

After approximately half an hour, the emergency room’s doors were flung open as the doctors walkedout.

With Juan’s help, Martha hobbled forward. Tears filled her eyes as she asked anxiously, “Doctor, is mydaughter alright?”

The doctor nodded in response. “She’s fine now. If the wound had been an inch deeper, it would havebeen a lot more complicated. Fortunately, she was sent here in time, so we were able to save her. Youshould go handle the formalities now.”

Martha gasped in horror when she heard the doctor’s words. She grasped the doctor’s hands tightlyand said gratefully, “Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much!”

Philip’s face paled even more when he saw Wynn being pushed out of the emergency room.

He wanted to move forward and check on her, but he was immediately stopped by Martha as she sentanother slap to his face. “Why are you still standing here? We don’t want to see you anymore, you jinx!”

Philip had no choice but to watch from afar. After making sure that Wynn looked fine, he apologized acouple more times before turning to leave.

When he walked out of the hospital, a few black S-class Mercedes-Benzs were lined up right outsidethe hospital entrance. The shiny cars glimmered in the dark, looking extremely dazzling.

Standing by the door of one of the cars was George, decked in an all-black suit. He had his golden-black cane in hand as he waited patiently and respectfully in a deep bow.

The instant Philip left the hospital doors, the despair within him immediately dissipated into the air andwas replaced with a sense of never-before-seen fierceness.

This sense of fierceness had not once appeared in the past seven years.

George bowed even lower.

He knew that the young master of the Clarke family had returned at this moment.

Philip got into the car with a steely expression on his face that showed no sign of any emotions. “Whereare they?”

George sat down beside Philip, his grave expression matching Philip’s as he replied, “They havealready been caught. They’re in the yard now.”