Chapter 279

Giada Wallis!

‘She has found Wynn and Mila, but what does she want?’

Philip felt his eyebrow twitch as his expression shed its warmth. Anxiously, he uttered out, “I’ll be there

soon!”

Philip had no time to explain and quickly hailed a taxi to the hospital.

Having just drunk, he could not drive.

Philip reached the hospital within ten minutes and quickly alighted the car, dashing toward Mila’s

hospital room.

Pushing open the door, he was met with the scene of Wynn speaking happily to a graceful woman. The

duo was shrouded by an indescribable air of harmony.

“Philip, You’re back.” Wynn stood from where she previously sat and greeted him with a warm smile.

Opposite her was Giada Wallis.

Donned in an expensive set of clothing and an aura of nobility that one could only be born with, she

gave off the royal vibe fit for a queen merely by sitting there.

Despite being over 40 years of age, this was a woman with the beauty of a 20-year-old lady. The small

quirk on the corner of her lips and the warmth of her eyes made it difficult for people not to trust her.

That was Giada Wallis—a woman with the appearance of an angel and who concealed the

deviousness and slyness of a snake.

Philip nodded as his gaze trailed from Wynn to Mila who had long fallen asleep on the hospital bed.

Then, he looked back at Giada.

Giada stood as well, clutching her LV limited edition handbag in her hand as she turned and smiled

gently. Warmth shone from her face, and it was reminiscent of spring breezes. “Not going to introduce

me, Philip?”

Philip’s expression grew cold. Frowning, he turned to Giada. “That’s my wife, Wynn Johnston. And

that’s my daughter, Mila Clarke.”

Having introduced them, Philip walked over to Wynn to whisper in her ear, “Take care of Mila, I have

things to discuss with her.”

Turning to stare coldly at Giada, he said, “We’ll talk outside.”

Then, he walked away.

Giada tilted her head to bid Wynn farewell before she turned to look at Mila on the bed. “I’ll see you

guys again next time. Millie is a very cute girl, and I hope she spends every day being the happiest little

princess in the world.”

Wynn nodded politely and tucked a section of her hair behind her ears. “Thank you.”

Turning away, Giada took elegant steps out the doors.

At the hospital’s resting area.

The area had been cleaned of people, thanks to the eight bodyguards in suits and sunglasses standing

at every corner.

Philip stopped before a window and watched the scenery outside with his hands in his pockets.

Behind him, Giada took small steps to reach where he stood and smiled. “Your father wishes for your

return. He doesn’t have much time left, and the Clarkes need their heir.”

The Giada Wallis here was one who had authority and knew how to use it, a complete opposite from

the one in the hospital room moments ago.

Her lips drew into a smile, but unlike the last, this one brought a shiver instead of warmth.

Roger Clarke was running out of time.

Philip’s breath hitched as an unidentifiable glint flashed through his eyes.

“Why’d you come to find Wynn and Mila?” Philip turned around to ask with an icy tone.

“They’re the wife and daughter of Young Master Clarke. As your mother, it’s only right that I come over

in place of your father to screen if your wife has the right to marry into our family.” Giada smiled. It was

so overwhelming that it compelled people to accept, yet still so gentle at the same time. It was at that

moment Philip understood, this woman’s smile was dangerous.

“She’s my wife, and Mila’s my daughter. They have every right to belong in the family. Though I would

greatly appreciate that you remove your nose from my business and leave me out of your petty

matters.” Philip warned matter-of-factly.

Giada smiled, removing a small brocade box from her purse and opening it to reveal a small golden

bangle. “This is something your mother left behind. Said something along the lines of giving it to your

child when you get married and have children of your own.”

Philip frowned as he stared at the small golden bangle in Giada’s hand.

It had belonged to his mother.

Taking the golden bangle, Philip asked with the intention for her to leave, “Anything else? If not, please

leave. This is not somewhere you should be.”

Unfazed by his tone, Giada was calm when she spoke next, “There will be an event at Cirrus Manor

next week. Come and bring Wynn with you.”

One of her bodyguards politely handed him a golden invitation as she spoke. Its cover was decorated

with clouds and butterflies, thus drawing emphasis to its subtle extravagance.

Taking the invitation, Philip replied nonchalantly, “We’ll see.”

He did not want to accept the invitation, but this was Giada Wallis he was dealing with.

In the end, Philip took the invitation anyway.

It was too early to show his hand.