The First Heir

The house was filled with a murderous aura.

No one spoke.

Martha, who had always been unreasonably noisy, was now quietly standing at one corner like an obedient baby. She was looking with lowered eyelids at the kneeling Wynn, afraid to make one sound.

Wynn knelt with poise and said stubbornly, “Grandpa, can you at least tell me what’s going on? Did Philip do something wrong?”

“Tell Philip to get back here at once!” Bob bellowed angrily. His face had a stony expression, and a biting chill could be seen in his eyes.

Martha dared not say anything and merely stood there as she looked at Wynn. She winked at Wynn as a signal for her to call Philip.

That wastrel must have caused trouble, otherwise, the old man would not have rushed to their house in the middle of the night. He had also brought many men with him, all of whom were lined up outside. There were also four more men inside the house with them.

Scary!

Martha’s hatred toward Philip increased just like that.

Wynn had just returned and had not figured out what the cause of all of it was yet. Nevertheless, she had a vague feeling that it had something to do with Eric.

appeared stubborn on the surface, she

a formidable person. The daunting aura that he carried was fully

must tell me what Philip did, otherwise, I can’t call for him,” Wynn said weakly, but her

felt sorry for her from the bottom of

fine young lady had chosen to marry a wimp and

Bob purposely did not attend Wynn’s wedding and even announced

lose her job in Fortune 500, and she

back. The rest of it has nothing to

when she heard those

it was her right to

the hospital with Mila. You can talk to me instead. If he made a

However.

sneer on

ensued

another word, Bob raised his hand and

loud smack was heard throughout the

like that? Can you

“If Philip doesn’t return tonight, you’ll continue to kneel! When he returns, that’s when