The First Heir

“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.

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

…

Ten minutes later.

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

and Charles,

What are the doctors doing

pan as she hurried past Philip, sticking herself to the emergency room door in an attempt

say something?” Charles shouted angrily at Philip

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

was too shaken

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

stepped forward and slapped Philip multiple times. “Philip Clarke, I’ll make sure you pay with your life if I lose my

instantly rose along with her rage. She clutched her chest as she

reacted swiftly and rushed forward to

I want

who was standing by the side, was extremely worried about his daughter’s condition and at the same time incredibly

down the entire time. He yelled, “I must have been blind to have allowed my daughter to

it’s my fault. I’ll bear all

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

bastard of yours should leave our Johnston family immediately. We don’t

her arm clutching her chest as she

words were ruthless and

endured

the one who

he quickly stepped forward and