The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 671

Philip’s heart thumped when he heard the first half of the sentence. “It was a threatened abortion. They’re both fine at the moment, but your wife is too weak and needs to be hospitalized for observation.” The doctor said mildly,

“The subsequent conditioning and antenatal treatment are very important. If something goes wrong, it’s easy to have a miscarriage. You'd better be prepared mentally.” The doctor left as soon as he finished speaking. Philip nodded vigorously in gratitude, then watched Wynn get pushed out of the operating room to be transported directly to the intensive care unit. Theo had arranged for it personally. In the ward, Martha sat on Wynn’s bedside in a considerate manner, holding Wynn’s delicate hand tightly. She said,

“Wynnie, I’m here. Don’t be scared. The baby’s okay.” Wynn's eyes were red as she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Philip standing at the door and said weakly, “Phil, why don’t you come in?” As soon as Philip wanted to enter, Martha jumped up in agitation. She went up to him and slapped him, cursing, “You still dare to come in? If not for you, Wynnie wouldn’t be suffering this much! Get lost! Go to hell!” Martha had a headache when she saw Philip, and there was nowhere to vent her frustrations. Philip also tolerated it without any retaliation. Wynn felt distressed and tried to get up as she said, “Mom, that’s enough. Stop the fuss. Don’t blame Philip for this. He also has his own matters to deal with.”

She pointed at Philip’s

business does a bum like him have? He only has a bit of money now, but his family still controls the property rights, so he’s still nothing but a wastrel!

terrible but not considered excessive. Philip looked at Wynn on the hospital bed and forced out

too far. They…” Philip did not listen to the second half of the sentence

hall of Shangri-La Hotel, dozens of invited entrepreneurs and celebrities were making a big fuss. “Why are you holding us here? We want to go out!” “Get lost! A dog of Theo Zander dares to keep me here? Are you looking to die?!” “Mr. Michaels, aren’t you going to say anything?” The crowd was indignant and tried to accuse and shove the dozens of black-suited bodyguards all over the room. However, these people remained motionless. Blake stood in the crowd. Beside him was Houston, who looked aggrieved as he cursed viciously, “Dad, what the hell was going on? Theo Zander actually called that man Mr. Clarke?” Blake frowned slightly as he made plans in his heart. Things were a bit out of expectations. It seemed that Philip Clarke was not a simple man. There must be a catch with Theo treating him so respectfully. “Don’t worry, he’s just a small potato. He won’t be able to do much,” Blake said lightly, his words acting