The Man with Big Fortune novel Chapter 1

At Riverdale Public Hospital.

"Excuse me, make way!" Philip Clarke was carrying an unconscious little girl as he rushed into the hospital, yelling madly, "Doctor! Doctor! Quick, save my little girl!"

The nurses and doctor who had rushed out quickly took the child from Philip’s arms, and entered the emergency room.

"Oh, you can't go in!" A nurse in an azure-colored uniform with a face mask stopped Philip from entering into the emergency room.

Just then, the rapid sounds of high heels clicking against the ceramic tiles could be heard from the back, squeezing his heart with every click.

"Philip Clarke!" roared a woman’s voice.

'Slap!'

A crisp slap came in firm contact with Philip’s cheek. Before him, stood Wynn Johnston with an enraged expression as tears pooled in her beautiful eyes. "If anything happens to my daughter, I will never forgive you!" Her tone was cold and laced with full fury.

This scene frightened quite a few patients and their family members in the hospital.

Philip hung his head low in shame without attempting any explanation.

"Hmph!" Wynn snorted coldly. The dissatisfaction and contempt in her eyes were visible.

Philip stood aside with his head down in silence like a kid who was caught misbehaving. He stole a few glances at the woman standing a few meters away from him, the woman he used to call his wife. The woman with whom he had already signed the divorce papers could officially be separated from him at any time.

Wynn Johnston was gorgeous. Her features were defined, her figure tall and slim. She was well-mannered and educated, once the prettiest girl in their university. She had unexpectedly fallen in love with Philip, abruptly gotten married, and given birth t o his daughter, Mila Clarke.

However, life after marriage was not as ideal. Philip's career did not go well, and his business ended up failing. His daughter even had congenital heart disease, which drained all of their savings, and now h e had to make a living by doing food delivery services.

On the other hand, Wynn was a deputy general manager of a marketing department in a public-listed company. One of her parents was a section chief, the other a retired teacher.

It was safe to say that Philip did not have much status in the Johnston family, and for the past two years, he was almost non-existent. And because of Philip, Wynn had fallen out with her family that her parents were not willing to provide them any support.

Both the elders had told them solemnly that they would assist in their granddaughter’s treatment funds only if Philip and Wynn divorced. After the divorce, the child would belong to the Johnston family

This matter had dragged on for a year.

The emergency room’s door was pushed open, and Philip saw his daughter being pushed out. He wanted t o rush over, but Wynn had already gotten there first. H e stopped in his tracks and watched his adorable little girl from afar.

Little Mila was wearing a respirator, but her big eyes were bright like obsidian gems. She reached out with her tiny pale hand and mumbled, "Papa..."

Philip went over to hold his daughter’s cold hand while gently brushing away the wisps of hair from her forehead, smiling as he said, "Papa's here."

"Mama, please don't fight with Papa. It's Mila’s fault; I wanted Papa to take me to the amusement park." Little Mila, who was only three-years-old, was speaking feebly for her father.

Wynn smiled and answered, "Okay, Mama will listen t o you and not argue with Papa.

"Philip Clarke, pay the hospitalization fee." A cold voice interrupted Philip's conversation with his daughter.

Philip glanced at Wynn, but she only shot him an icy glare before accompanying their daughter into the ward.

Upon reaching the inpatient payment department, Philip took out his debit card.

"I'm sorry, but your card has declined," said the nurse coldly as she swept him a look.

Oh, it's Philip Clarke, she thought. The penniless man who keeps getting his wife to foot the medical bills. H e could have asked for help from his parents-in-law, but he hasn't. What an egoistic man, rubbish!

"It's declined?” Philip was exasperated. He grimaced and humbled himself, bowing slightly to ask, "Nurse, can you give me a few days?"

The nurse shot him a cold look with mockery in her eyes and replied, "If you don't have any money, ask your wife! After all, you're just a kept man."

"You!" Philip's expression darkened.

The nurse merely crossed her arms and scoffed. "You have until tomorrow. If you can't pay up, then proceed with discharge." After that, she turned around to ignore him. Saying another word to him made her feel disgusted.

How could she bully someone just because they're poor? Philip clenched his fists tightly in a fury, feeling bitter.

The moment he turned around, he saw Wynn standing behind him radiating a cold aura, hatred was apparent in her frosty expression.

"Wynnie, don't worry, I’ll go and gather some funds now." Philip forced a smile.

However, both their savings were already dried up.

Tears poured down from Wynn's eyes as her hands balled into fists. "Philip Clarke, if you're still a man, go and beg my parents!"

"I..." Philip froze. His words were stuck in his throat.

"Hah!" Wynn scoffed as she wiped her tears. "I knew it. You never change. Is your pride more important than Mila?” She had seen through to his thoughts. Wynn then turned around with her back facing him.

Philip let out a helpless sigh and then received a notification about a delivery on his phone. He rushed t o the ward, had a quick chat with his daughter before leaving.

Before he left, Wynn reminded him, "Philip Clarke, it’s my father's birthday this weekend. If you don't want t o divorce, then go and beg my parents."

She left him with no choice. Philip knew that this was the last shred of Wynn's patience for him.

Just as he was about to leave the hospital, an arrogant male voice called out to him, "Wow, isn't this Philip

Clarke? Where are you rushing off to?"