The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 13

Since Mr. Clarke isn't here, I won't bother you anymore. Please have fun." Javier came so suddenly and left after delivering a gift, leaving the crowd shocked.

Charles coughed with the card still in his hand and asked, "Do any of you know this Mr Clarke?"

Everyone shakes their heads. A figure strong enough to make Virtuous Court owners personally bring delicious food and good wine was not someone they could get to know with their low status.

"Could it be Philip Clarke?"

No one knew who said this for fun, but the entire room burst into laughter.

"Stop joking, how could that trash be? If it were him, I'd eat these bottles of wine."

"In addition to having the same last name, what else should our cousin-in-law show us?"

Some young people scoffed without a backup.

Wynn found it hard to bear it, so he scolded angrily, "Enough! What are you guys saying? He's still your cousin's brother-in-law, no matter what!"

Ck! Some young people raised their eyebrows arrogantly but did not say anything more.

Charles chimed in and asked everyone to stop making a fuss.

Charles' friends were now very envious of him.

"Charles, man, how can you? You know such a powerful figure, but you didn't introduce him to us."

"It's too much. First, it's a valuable painting. Now, there's 'Mr. Clarke's'."

"Come on, come on, come on, forget all that. It's a precious liquor, a king's drink, waiting to be tasted." Charles felt it was futile to consume everything now, so he kept one bottle and opened another. Others said nothing because being able to taste one taste of the liquor was enough to last a lifetime.

At that time, Aiden said, "Uncle Johnston, I probably know this is Mr. Clarke. The boss behind the art gallery has 'Clarke' as a last name. Could he have known that this was your birthday today, that's why he sent a gift?"

Aiden was just second-guessing, but the boss of the gallery was named 'Clarke'. Although she had never met him before, the secretary she was in contact with told her that the man's name was 'Clarke' and she hoped not to stand out.

"really? Well then, I should thank Mr. Clarke is right. He's too good." Charles looked very excited. He then pulled Aiden's arm and said, "Addy, you should arrange a meeting for me with Mr. Clarke's. I can say that he's also a collector."

"I will, for sure," Aiden promised happily. To be held in high esteem by Uncle Johnston was a commensurate job.

"Huh, some people have the same last name but they work as deliverymen," Lynn spoke at an inopportune time, and it was like a thorn piercing into Wynn's heart.

Wynn gritted his teeth, took a sip of his drink, and then stood up. "Dad, I'm going to see Mila at the hospital. I'm going to go now."

Charles knew that it would be torturing his daughter to stay here, so he waved to allow her to leave. The distance between her daughter and herself has grown considerably in the past two years. This was all thanks to that useless Philip.

"Sister, are you in a hurry to return? Remember not to scold our cousin-in-law," Lynn continued to scoff. "The reward is pretty good, even if it's fake."

Wynn had just reached the door when he heard this. He clenched his fists and left without ever looking back.

As soon as he left, the group began discussing this mysterious Mr. Clarke while belittling Philip.

Not long after he left Virtuous Court, Philip received a text message: Mr. Clarke, this is Javier Morris. Everything is going well, and your father-in-law is happy.

Javier Morris's? Oh, right, Virtuous Court owner. Looks like this Javier Morris really knows how to win favors.

Philip replied: I won't see how you managed to get my phone number, but you better not reveal my identity in this incident.

When Javier received Philip's answer, he quickly replied with fear: Mr. Clarke, don't worry. I definitely don't.

Philip nodded without answering him afterwards and headed to the hospital.

Returning to the hospital, Philip sat by the side of the bed as he watched his adorable daughter sleep. Her tiny nose looked like her mother's, her little mouth too, but her eyes looked like hers.

My daughter is so handsome, she will definitely be beautiful when she grows up!

Philip had just returned from fetching water in the kitchen. When he saw Wynn, he smiled and said, "You're here. I can take care of everything here, so come back home to rest."

Wynn remained silent as he looked at his daughter with reddened eyes. It seemed like he was trying really hard to suppress his emotions.

"What's wrong?" Philip noticed Wynn's strange behavior.

"Philip, are you planning to let Mila stay like this? Don't you want her to get better treatment? Didn't the doctor say that as long as we can pay a million, Mila can complete her surgery?" Wynn's eyes are completely red. "Mila is now three years old. This is the best time for him to take medication."

Philip looked at the sleeping little girl and said, "I know. I'll find a way."

"Find way? What way can you think?" Wynn scoffed as tears flowed from his eyes. "Philip, I beg you, apologize to my parents, okay?"

"Wynn, believe. I have a solution" Philip said. My dear, you just don't know that I've done anything. Mila is the daughter of the heir to the world's largest consortium. She was a heavenly child, a noble young lady.

"Solution? Besides embarrassing me, what else can you do?" Wynn accused Philip angrily. "On my father's birthday today, forget about giving him a cheap gift, why should you give him a painting? It's even fake! Do you know what they say about me? I'm sick of you Philip Clarke, can't you think of me and Mila a little more?"

Philip knows that Wynn has experienced many hardships and complaints in the past two years. They had been ridiculed and ridiculed, but he had reason that he could not help it. However, now that he had inherited his family fortune, things would be different.

"Wynnie, trust me. I will definitely give Mila the best treatment, and I will definitely make up for the pain you have felt for the past two years." Philip hugged Wynn's shoulder but the latter pushed him away.

Wynn was very disappointed. He always said this, but not once did it come true.

"Enough, I don't want to hear anymore. I'll get Mila out and take her with me tomorrow. I'll find a solution myself." Wynn wiped his tears and said firmly.

"Wynnie, I actually..." Philip could not help himself. But as he spoke, Wynn looked at him sharply.

"You what? You useless trash!" wynn said coldly. Philip is then pushed out of the ward while Wynn remains inside with Mila.

In the long, desolate corridor outside the ward, Philip recalled how disappointed Wynn looked at him. Wynn, I'm actually the son of the richest man in the world. I have trillions of assets.

Philip left the hospital by himself and called George. "George, how's my daughter's care set up?"

At the other end, George respectfully replied, "Young Master, this has already been taken care of. In a few days, internationally renowned cardiologist Professor Henry Turner will come to Riverdale City. I'll arrange for him to come to the hospital to perform surgery on the young lady by pretending to give a lecture."

"Okay, I leave it to you. Make it as natural as possible without any hassle" Philip said.

"Don't worry, Young Master, your identity will never be revealed. It's gonna be a coincidence. After surgery, I have organized funding activities, especially for children with congenital heart disease. That way, no one will suspect anything."

George added, "Oh, right, Professor Turner heard that you were in Riverdale City and wanted to meet you alone."

"We'll talk about it when the time comes" Philip replied before hanging up. He's in a bad mood now.

George then called another number. "Henry, old buddy, I've told my young master, so the rest is up to your performance."

At the other end, inside the office of the president of Turner Hospital in Golden City, Henry Turner suddenly stood up in joy after receiving George's phone call. "Good, good, good! Thank you, Brother George, I owe you one."

After he ended the call, a young doctor sitting on the couch inside Henry's office immediately asked, "President Turner, who's that phone making you this happy?"

Henry laughed out loud. "Director Stanley, in three days, I'm going to Riverdale City. There are special patients who need surgery, so we have to bring along our best doctors. Go and make the arrangements."

Director Stanley says 'okay' and goes get ready.

Philip got another call after he hung up. It was from a woman with a sweet voice, sounding like the spring breeze.

"Hello Mr. Clarke, this is Anna Carter from Civil Gallery. The gallery has now been moved to your name, and the private gallery events Mr. Charles Johnston has set for Saturday. Would you like to come and see it?"

Philip reluctantly left, but after thinking for a moment, he replied, "Alright, I'll take a leave to visit." After all, it was a display of the old man's private collection. He has to make sure it's perfect.

"Alright, Mr. Clarke, I'll arrange it." Anna's sweet and gentle voice added, "Oh, yes, Mr. Clarke, the show's in charge, Mr. Aiden Grant, would like to request an audience with you. Should I make an appointment?"

Aiden Grant? Right, almost forgot that he said he would arrange it. Hee tee. He would never have guessed that the gallery he had turned his brain to for rent was bought by me, Philip Clarke, to rent to him specifically. Should I meet him or not?