The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 83
“Wynn! Honey!” Philip snarled like a maniac as he pounced forward to hold Wynn, pressing his hands hard on her abdomen. “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 any calls. Juan chased behind the men but soon
returned with his phone. “Hello, I’m calling from Arc de Triumph Hotel. 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 a madman. 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 shade of 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 and started yelling. Several medical staff at the emergency room came to help with a gurney
and quickly pushed Wynn into the emergency room. ... Ten minutes later. Philip sat in the corridor outside the emergency room feeling paralyzed. He kept pulling
his hair frantically 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 hearing the 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 the emergency 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 slumped on 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 punched
Philip in the face. Then, he swiftly grabbed Philip by the collar and yelled to his face, “Philip Clarke, it’s all your fault! Why did you tell all those lies? Why! Who
are those people? What kind of people have you 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 forward and slapped Philip multiple 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 rage. She clutched her chest as she staggered backward. “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 to get a divorce! I’ll have her divorce you!” Charles, who was standing by the side, was
extremely worried about his daughter’s condition and at the 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 have been blind to have allowed my daughter to marry a piece of trash like you! Scram! Get away from my
sight this instant!” Philip looked up at his furious in-laws and apologized. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I’ll bear all the consequences

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 continued screaming, “You good-
for-nothing piece of trash! You waste your time idling around all day long. Not only 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 the point 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 sonin-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 upper hand now, he quickly stepped forward and shoved Philip away. “Can you scram now? Or do you
want the 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 walked out. With Juan’s help, Martha hobbled forward. Tears filled her eyes as she asked anxiously, “Doctor,
is my daughter alright?” The doctor nodded in response.
“She’s fine now. If the wound had been an inch deeper, it would have been a lot more complicated. Fortunately, she was sent
here in time, so we were able to save her. You should go handle the formalities now.” Martha gasped in horror when she heard
the doctor’s words. She grasped the doctor’s hands tightly and 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 sent another 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 a couple more times before turning to leave.
When he walked out of the hospital, a few black S-class Mercedes-Benzs were lined up right outside the 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 and was 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. “Where are they?” George sat down beside Philip, his grave expression matching Philip’s as he replied, “They

have already been caught. They’re in the yard now.”