The First Heir

Wynn was standing right next to Philip, watching everything unfold without a word.

This man was so familiar to her, but also so unfamiliar.

Martha and Charles had long since been stunned into silence. They exchanged a look and found oceans of fury in each other’s eyes.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done, Philip? Why the hell did you do that? Her brother is the Chief Staff Sergeant! We’re screwed, you’ve condemned us all to death!”

Martha immediately shoved Philip and yelled at him, then she just sat her butt on the floor and began bawling unreasonably.

Philip really hated the way Martha made a huge scene out of everything. She was always so ignorant and ungrateful.

“It’s fine, Mom. I can handle this,” Philip said calmly.

“As if you can handle anything! You’re just a good-for-nothing! Oh, you’ll be the death of us all!” Martha scolded him angrily. She wanted nothing more than to rip him to shreds right now.

That cursed Philip Clarke was truly a blight on her life.

If the woman really called her brother over, the whole family would end up behind bars.

“Are you done, Mom? Philip’s only trying to stand up for us, isn’t he?”

Wynn was truly mad now. Martha had blatantly insulted Philip in front of everyone, making them a public laughing stock.

Martha was almost mad with fury as well. She grabbed Wynn’s arm and lambasted her, “Are you stupid, Wynn? Philip just hit someone, and he even made her spit blood! Her brother is the Chief Staff Sergeant! If this escalates, he’ll end up in jail and we’ll have to pay for the damages.”

As she ranted, Martha gave Philip another furious glare.

truly

not have asked

Martha would never admit

what, everything now was Philip’s fault. It had

a cold sneer. “Haha, do you regret it now? Well, too

short of

when she heard the sum of ‘one

nothing to do with us, he started it! If you want compensation, get

up, pushing all the blame

she grabbed Charles’ hand indignantly and tried to run away with her tail between

figure at the door stood in their way and even pushed them back inside, roaring, “Who the hell

in was very tall and had a pair of handcuffs at his waist. However, he

the temperature dropped by tens of degrees. It was enough to make

glare. Grabbing Martha and Charles each with one hand, he threw them onto the couch and said coldly, “Don’t even think about running away until

down on the

hit her! It was him, it was my useless son-in-law who did it! If you want to arrest someone, take him. It has nothing to do

She sold him out!

she heartlessly sold

was Martha Yates for you.

Smack!

Manson Horace, simply gave Martha a violent slap across the face. He said coolly, “Shut your trap,

in a daze. She instantly shrunk away, holding her

silently. He had no intention

since deserved a good beating. It