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.

stubborn on the surface, she was actually

was young, she had felt that he was a formidable person. The daunting aura that he carried was fully

what Philip did, otherwise, I can’t call

sorry for her from the bottom

fine young lady had chosen to marry a wimp and become the bout of

purposely did not attend Wynn’s wedding and even announced that the Yates would not acknowledge Wynn as

500,

call Philip to come back. The rest of it has nothing to do with you!” Bob said sternly in a tone

when she heard those

Philip’s wife, it was her

will not return tonight. He’s in the hospital with Mila. You can talk to me instead. If he made

However.

on his face and approached Wynn with

ensued next

word, Bob raised his hand and slapped Wynn across

smack was heard throughout the

have to speak to me like that?

you’ll continue to kneel! When he returns, that’s when you can stand