The First Heir
Chapter 1942

Chapter 1942

Shane abruptly tossed Mila back into Lydia’s arms, staring at Mila in horror as he asked, “Why? How could this happen?”

Then, he spread his hands and looked at his palm as though something weird was wriggling. After that, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the aura that erupted from Shane just now instantly weakened.

Philip saw the opportunity and pounced, his fist punching Shane’s chin angrily.

Boom!

At that moment, Shane received this punch and staggered back. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Philip did not stop at that and threw a few more punches. Shane did not. care about being hit by Philip at all. He looked at his hands like he was out of his mind, his aura wildly fluctuating up and down.

Then, he laughed miserably and said, “Hahaha, so it’s here. Everything turns out to be here!”

He twisted his head around, his face extremely terrifying as he stared at Mila. He said, “It turns out that the thing left by the damn faction is this! Haha, I finally understand!”

Having said that, Shane acted like a lunatic who had discovered an unbelievable secret and rushed out of the hospital. When several people chased after him, they saw that a bunch of people had already fallen outside the hospital.

Philip had no time to think of Shane as be rushed to Mila, hugging and comforting her.

On the other side, Wynn was also pushed out from the operating room.

The doctor said to Philip, “Mr. Clarke, Madam is fine for the time being, but she needs rest and care.”

Philip looked at the pale Wynn who was unconscious and nodded. He said to Victor and the others behind him, “Send people to guard the hospital.”

Victor received the order and quickly made arrangements.

Martha and Charles also rushed out at this time and accompanied Wynn into the intensive care unit.

After taking care of some trivial matters, Philip also came to the intensive care unit and looked at Wynn who was still unconscious.

Martha was quite sensible and did not grumble at Philip.

Philip glanced around before he remembered that he had a son.

Soon, he came to the incubator in the neonatal intensive care unit and saw the tiny child through the glass. When he saw him, Philip realized that this child looked different from other babies.

The nurse next to him said, “Mr. Clarke, this son of yours is like nothing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Following their line of sight, the child sleeping soundly in the incubator exuded a faint luster on his body. There was a light red mark in the center of his eyebrows and he carried the demeanor of a king.

That was right. Others could not help feeling an impulse to worship him when they looked at him. He was just a premature baby.

While Philip was still bewildered, sounds of iron boots stomping on the floor tiles suddenly came from the side!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of heavy armor crashing on the floor was mind-blowing. It was very orderly and somber.

Hearing these footsteps, Philip’s heart trembled as he abruptly turned around. He saw a team of nine people covered in black metal armor with a gold island branded on their chests. They had scary combat weapons strapped on their legs, anus, and waists. It was quite a combination of medieval and futuristic styles.

Each of these nine people wore heavy armor with full-body protection. Even the helmets were made of special indestructible metal. They also wore red robes embossed with gold dragons.

At this moment, they walked up to Philip with heavy steps. With a flick of their robes, they knelt on one knee and said solemnly, “Dragon Knights, nine-guard protectors. Following the lord’s order, we welcome the young master back to the island!”