Sweet Pregnant Wife: CEO Phillip's Fierce Love

Chapter 170 How Dare She Accept His Considerate Care Again?

When William came out of the emergency room, it was already early in the morning.

Aydan tried to persuade Phillip to go back many times. After all, Phillip was still a patient. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

However, Phillip glared at him so he could only accompany by the side.

William was sent to the ICU. Ann could not go in to visit, so she could only anxiously ask the doctor

about William's current situation.

The doctor saw Ann's anxious face and sighed.

"The patient is in a bad condition. Although his life is not in danger for the time being, but..."

Ann's heart tightened and she subconsciously grabbed Phillip's arm that was holding her arm.

"However, if he is still in a coma by tomorrow night, he might never wake up again."

'Never wake up again?'

Ann grabbed the doctor's hand. Her face was pale and her voice was trembling.

"Is there no other way? What if we send him abroad..."

"Miss Scott, I can understand how you feel at this time, but your father's body was already extremely

weak. In addition, he suddenly fainted this time, so it is not a good idea for him to travel a lot. Moreover,

to be honest, it won't help much."

The hope that was finally ignited in Ann's eyes dimmed when she heard this.

Watching the doctor walk away, her eyes could no longer shed tears. Her pale lips trembled slightly.

Her body swayed slightly. She closed her eyes and fell backward.

Phillip's face tightened. He quickly reached out to support Ann and held her in his arms. He coldly

ordered Aydan, who was standing to the side.

"Call the doctor!"

...

In the ward.

Phillip sat by the bed, looking at the pale and thin face of Ann lying on the bed. Recalling what the

doctor had just said.

"Miss Scott is fine. She has been under too much pressure during and she was overworking. She

suddenly fainted because she was stimulated just now."

How much pressure was she undertaking?

Aydan pushed open the door and came in. He saw Phillip standing by Ann's bedside. Phillip had never

been so gentle. His eyes were complicated.

Aydan sighed.

"Phillip, the person has been caught," he said softly.

Phillip restrained the emotions in his cold eyes. He stood up and carefully closed the door of the ward

and stood in the corridor of the hospital.

"Where is he now?" His handsome face looked cold and stern.

"This afternoon, it was indeed Jenny who went to William's ward. After the accident, the mother and

daughter packed up their things and wanted to run away, but they were caught by Woody's people.

They are still locked up in Twilight Bar. Woody meant that since these two people offended you, they

should be dealt with according to your wishes."

Woody was quite cunning. He wanted to make use of the opportunity to curry favor with the Moore

family.

"I remember that Woody has a clubhouse in the east of the city?"

Aydan suddenly realized that Woody was in a clubhouse in the east of the city...

The east of the city was a well-known messy area, and the people there were more than "disorderly".

It would be the harshest punishment to be kept there.

"Send the mother and daughter to that place!"

After saying this, Phillip returned to the ward.

Aydan stood in the corridor and took out his phone to call Woody while sighing.

Sansa and Jenny were asking for death. This time, they provoked Phillip.

...

When Ann woke up, the sky was not bright yet.

Her hand moved slightly. And she felt someone clench it.

Startled, she turned her head and saw Phillip leaning against the bed, resting with his eyes closed. Her

eyes trembled.

She looked down and saw Phillip quietly holding her hand.

It was as warm and powerful as before, making her feel at ease.

But...

She pursed his lips, a trace of melancholy flashing through her eyes.

She carefully wanted to pull her hand back, but Phillip was alarmed.

The man in her dreams suddenly tightened his grip on her hand. And then he opened his eyes.

It happened to meet Ann's somewhat flustered eyes.

Phillip leaned over and touched Ann's forehead to check her body temperature. After confirming that

the fever had subsided, his frown eased a little.

In the middle of the night yesterday, Ann suddenly had a high fever. Phillip took care of her until two or

three o'clock in the morning before he barely squinted for a while.

Ann froze slightly because of Phillip's intimate actions. But Phillip did not seem to notice.

His voice was low and gentle. "The fever has subsided. I'll call the doctor to check you again. Is there

anything you want to eat?"

Ann's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she moved her gaze away from him.

She sat up with her hands on her back and wanted to get out of bed. But Phillip held her down.

"What are you doing?"

Ann pursed her lips. "I want to see Dad."

Phillip forced Ann to lie on the bed.

"I've asked Aydan to keep an eye on William. If there's any news, he'll immediately notify me. What you

need now is to take care of yourself first!"

Ann raised her eyes and saw the dark blue color under Phillip's eyes and his still pale face.

He remembered that Aydan seemed to have said last night that his illness had not completely healed.

Ann turned her head slightly, not looking at him.

"I'm fine now. Thank you for last night. Mr. Phillip, please go back."

Hearing her speak to him in the tone of a stranger, Phillip felt upset.

However, looking at her pale little face and pitiful appearance, he could not bear to say a harsh word.

"I have already sent someone to buy breakfast."

"There's no need for that, Mr. Phillip. I..."

Phillip's deep eyes stared at Ann.

"How dare you calling me 'Mr. Phillip'?"

There was obvious anger mixed in his tone, but it was more of heartache and helplessness.

Ann saw the heartache in his eyes and was at a loss for words for a moment.

"The doctor said that you are under too much pressure and malnourished. If you don't want William to

wake up and see you sick. Then you should take care of yourself!"

Ann moved her lips. But seeing his deep, dark eyes, she didn't speak.

The breakfast was delivered. Phillip originally wanted to feed her personally.

"I can do it myself!" Ann firmly refused.

At this time, even the slightest bit of kindness from him would cause her to sink into endless struggle

and pain.

How dare she accept his considerate care again?