The First Heir

Seeing Philip walk away, she turned her head, took Wynn’s hand, and earnestly said, “Oh Wynnie, haven’t I told you? Why do you still want to be with that trash? Are there no good men in this world? I think Aiden isn’t bad. He’s handsome and has a good family background. What counts is that he treats your father and me well.”

Wynn felt very helpless. She knew her mother was up to nothing good when she came over.

“Mom, please stop talking. I don’t feel like thinking about this now.”

Wynn helplessly said. She went up to her bed and lied down sideways.

Martha, however, continued talking. “If you don’t like Aiden, Juan is okay too. I see that he’s busy these days. This type of guy is extremely rare now.”

When Wynn did not reply to her, Martha got so mad that she groaned.

“This girl! How are you so stubborn? What’s good about Philip Clarke? He can’t earn money and has no social connections. His friends are poorer than the others. This type of man is a scum of society.

“I don’t care if you agree or not, you’re my daughter. I call the shots for you. You must divorce Philip!”

Martha had secretly made up her mind that for her daughter’s marriage and also for her future happiness, she must take matters into her own hands.

Wynn was tired of listening. She ignored her mother and covered herself with the blanket.

Martha whispered a few words, carried her bag in a swift manner, and left the hospital.

Philip was ready to return to the company after leaving the hospital.

Mila was still at the company being taken care of. Things had been really busy these days and he could not take care of her.

phone rang. It turned out

she

call connected and Lynn’s cold shout came from the other side, “Philip, come to Starlight Bar! Hurry over in ten minutes! If you dare to be late, I’ll tell on you in front of

Snap!

call ended after

not figured out what was happening. He could only sigh helplessly and ride his

there were seven or eight young people surrounding Lynn and her four

were two men and three

familiar with the two men—Kyle Lyon and Jacob

on their faces. Their cheeks were red

scolded arrogantly, “Half an hour has passed! Didn’t I say to arrive in ten

“Sorry, traffic.” Philip smiled.

purpose, didn’t you? I’ll go back and tell

Jacob also

why did you call this

what can

turned around, and walked

not come here to

you go! As long as I say

once these words were spoken, Philip stopped.

you want? I don’t have the time to accompany you kids

moment, all seven or eight people there