The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 83

A wynn! Honey!"

Philip growled like a madman as he pounced forward to hold Wynn down, pressing his hand violently on his stomach. "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine! You'll be fine!"

Wynn's lips had turned white as a layer of cold sweat adorned his forehead.

That's sick!

The hooligans also instantly panicked and fled without hesitation.

That's messy. People took pictures and videos to post on the internet but no one called.

Juan chases behind the men but soon returns with his phone. "Hello, I'm calling from the Arc de Triumph Hotel. Someone has been injured here, please send help right now! Please hurry!"

Without a second thought, Philip carried Wynn and rushed out of the parking lot like a madman. He stopped the taxi and shouted in front of the driver's face, "To the hospital! Hurry up, to the hospital!"

The driver remained calm and composed as he drove towards the hospital.

However, it was a night rush hour, so traffic was very heavy!

Time is running out!

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

The stab wound in Wynn's stomach continued to bleed, making Philip's sweat-stained shirt blood red.

"Doctor! I need a doctor here! I need help!"

The second Philip rushed to Riverdale General Hospital, he knelt on the ground and started shouting.

Some medical staff in the emergency room came to help with the gurney and quickly pushed Wynn into the emergency room.

…

Ten minutes later.

Philip sat in the corridor outside the emergency room feeling paralyzed. She continued to pull her hair in a panic as she muttered softly, "This will be fine, nothing will happen to her."

Her mother and father-in-law, Martha and Charles, arrived at the hospital after hearing the news.

"What's going on? What are the doctors doing now?"

Martha was as anxious as an ant on a hot frying pan as she rushed past Philip, clinging to the emergency room door in an attempt to see what was going on.

"Philip, what happened? Can you say something?" Charles yelled angrily at Philip who was slumped on the ground.

Just then, Martha came and rushed over. He pulled Philip and yelled at him, "Philip, what happened? Why is Wynnie in the emergency room? Talk to me! Say something!"

Philip was too shaken to speak.

At that moment, Juan also came. When he came, he threw his arm at Philip and punched Philip in the face. Then, he quickly grabbed Philip by the collar and shouted to his face, "Philip Clarke, this is all your fault! Why are you telling all those lies? Why! Who are those guys? What kind of person have you hurt outside? I swear I won't forgive you if something happens to Wynn!"

When Martha heard that Philip was causing this incident, she immediately stepped forward and slapped Philip several times. "Philip Clarke, I'll make sure you pay with your life if I lose my daughter!"

Martha's blood pressure instantly rose along with her anger. He clutched his chest as he staggered backwards.

"Auntie, are you okay?" Juan reacted quickly and rushed forward to help Martha sit down.

Charles, who was standing at the side, was very worried about his daughter's condition and at the same time was very disgusted by Philip's presence.

Angrily, he glared at the quiet Philip who was bowing his head the entire time. He shouted, "I must be blind to have let my daughter marry a piece of trash like you! Get lost! Get out of my sight right now!"

Philip looked at his angry father-in-law and apologized. "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'll bear all the consequences myself if something happens to Wynn."

Martha's heart ached when she heard his words. He pointed his finger at Philip's nose and continued shouting, "You useless trash! You're wasting your time lazing around all day. Not only are you incapable of doing anything, you just have to create trouble outside! How did my daughter end up with someone as useless as you? God, why are you torturing me? What crime have I committed to the point that you're punishing my daughter with an unlucky bastard like her?"

"You and your bastard must leave our Johnston family immediately. We don't have a son-in-law with you, nor do we have a granddaughter!"

Martha fell onto the bench once more, her arms clutching her chest as she gasped for breath.

His words were cruel and harsh.

Philip took it all.

He's the one who started all this.

Juan looked at everything that was happening from the side and sneered coldly. Realizing that he had the upper hand now, he quickly stepped forward and pushed Philip away. "Can you get away now? Or do you want the two elders to die from anger?"

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 about half an hour, the emergency room door opened as the doctors exited.

With Juan's help, Martha limped forward. Tears filled her eyes as she asked anxiously, "Doctor, is my daughter okay?"

The doctor nodded in response. "He's fine now. If the wound was an inch deeper, it would be much more complicated. Fortunately, he was sent here in time, so we were able to save him. You have to handle the formalities now."

Martha gasped in horror when she heard the doctor's words. He clasped the doctor's hand tightly and said gratefully, "Thank you, doctor. Thank you very much!"

Philip's face grew pale as he saw Wynn being pushed out of the emergency room.

He wanted to move forward and examine her, but she was immediately stopped by Martha as she sent another slap to her face. "Why are you still standing here? We don't want to see you again, shit!"

Philip had no choice but to watch from afar. After confirming that Wynn looked fine, he apologized a few more times before turning around to leave.

As he walked out of the hospital, several black Mercedes-Benz S-classes lined up just outside the hospital entrance. The shiny cars glittered in the dark, looking extremely dazzling.

Standing near the door of one of the cars was George, wearing an all-black suit. He held onto his golden black staff as he waited patiently and respectfully in a deep bow.

As soon as Philip left the hospital door, the despair within him immediately disappeared into the air and was replaced with a sense of ferocity never before seen.

This sense of ferocity has never 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 walked into the car with a stern expression on his face that showed no signs of emotion. "Where are they?"

George sat down beside Philip, his grim expression matching Philip as he replied, "They've been arrested. They're in the yard now."