The First Heir

Chapter 241

Philip was taken aback and did not know how to respond.

He said, “Wynnie, please believe me. I’ll tell you someday but not now. I have my own problems.”

Philip really wanted to tell Wynn, but reality did not allow him to do so.

Giada was still in Riverdale, and Philip had not figured out what she had planned yet.

That woman would not let Philip off easily, and the people Philip treasured the most were Wynn and Mila.

Therefore, he did not have a choice.

Wynn scoffed at his words. “Fine, keep your secret then. Mila will be having her surgery tomorrow, so I won’t argue with you today.”

With that said, Wynn turned around with tears in her eyes and left with Mila in her arms.

Philip’s lonely silhouette stayed as he watched Wynn’s back disappear into the distance. Additionally, he saw Mila who was perched on Wynn’s shoulders trying to reach out her arms to him.

‘Wynn, I’ll tell you someday.

‘That day will arrive very soon.

‘When everything has been resolved, I’ll bring you and Mila back to the Clarke family with fanfare!’

On the other side, after Chloe left the restaurant, she returned to her hotel and sat down on the carpet alone. She drunk red wine until she became intoxicated.

With eyes full of tears, she stared at the night scenery of the city and mumbled, “Why, why do you treat me this way? What have I done wrong?”

To Chloe, Philip was her everything.

However, her everything seemed to belong to someone else as of now!

She could not accept it!

The third young lady of one of the biggest families in the capital city was troubled by the affairs of her own heart. If the public found out about it, it would definitely cause a scandal.

A strong woman like her would actually get drunk over a man.

The moonlight outside the window spilled into the hotel suite. Chloe stood up and slowly removed her lacy nightgown, revealing her graceful figure.

She stared at her naked reflection in the mirror. About one inch away from her heart, there was a hideous scar.

It was a stab wound.

She could still remember that Philip had once risked his life for her.

Warm tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto her chest.

Chloe stroked the scar as she murmured with trembling lips, “Philip, have you forgotten? This here, I gouged it for you before. Why can’t you love me? Why?”

If all the emotions in the world could be explained logically, there would not be so much regret.

Chloe knew very well what she should do logically, but she could not bring herself to stop.

She loved Philip to the point of madness.

She was a woman troubled by love, and there was no escape for her.

Her only trouble was not being able to obtain Philip’s love.

Back at the Yates family compound, Bob Yates could be seen sitting on the Grand Preceptor armchair in the inner hall, playing with the jade thumb ring that Philip had gifted him. Bob Yates was unable to conceal the smile on his lips.

It was good stuff.

This item was worth one hundred million!

That useless Philip had managed to find such a valuable treasure, but the point was, he ignorantly gave it away to Bob.

Sure enough, a piece of trash would never be worthy of a treasure.

All of a sudden!

The butler barged in and shouted in panic, “Old Master, it’s bad!”

Bob glared at him angrily and yelled, “What are you shouting for? Such insolence!”

The butler immediately bowed his head. His body was trembling all over.

“So, what is it?” Bob said coldly, still fiddling with the jade thumb ring.

“Old Master, the Young Master, he’s in trouble.” The butler looked very worried and was sweating profusely.

Just moments ago he had been notified that Young Master Eric Yates was grievously injured. The latter’s limbs were broken and all his teeth were shattered. Eric Yates was now in the hospital and was in critical condition.

It was a catastrophe!

Someone had laid hands on the Yates!

Smack!

Bob stood up furiously, shaking in anger.

Thump, thump, thump!

With his cane, he rushed out of the hall while saying anxiously, “Hurry, bring me to the hospital, quickly! My Eric, nothing must happen to you!”

Bob was very distressed and ordered someone to bring him to the hospital.

Eric was his precious grandson, his youngest one at that, and the one he loved the most.

In a ward in Second Public Hospital, Eric was lying on a bed. His eyes were blank, and his whole body wrapped in bandages.

Ever since he woke up, he only stared at the ceiling blankly. There was no expression on his face.

He had three broken ribs, and all his arms and legs had been broken. It would take at least one year for him to recover! Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

As he stared at the ceiling, his dull eyes suddenly became bloodshot. His words were muffled as he roared in anger, “I want to kill him! I’m going to kill him!”

He was nothing but a vegetable now!

The doctors said that he would face difficulties holding a knife and fork in the future, and he would have to undergo a long period of rehabilitation!

What more would it take for him to walk.

Of course, Philip was not aware of all this. Eric’s other injuries had been caused by Theo’s men.

Offending Mr. Clarke was the same as courting death!