The First Heir

Paula flicked a glance at Philip. Amused by his timid and obedient display, she could not help her sarcasm. “You have such a good son-in-law. Although he’s not promising, he’s good at doing housework. You can be relaxed because of that.”

Martha was angry when she heard this and promptly cursed. “He’s nothing but a useless piece of trash. So what if he can do the housework? If he’s half as good as Frank, I won’t have to suffer so much and live in this old manor with Charles.”

Paula’s eyes narrowed with a smile. When she saw Philip walking over with the tea, she deliberately loosened her hold on the cup, making hot water spill all over Philip’s hands.

The boiling hot water instantly burned Philip’s skin a fiery red!

The cup also shattered with a loud crack.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry. The cup was too hot, and I didn’t hold it properly. Philip, I hope your hands are alright.” Paula pretended to be concerned.

Philip clenched his teeth in pain and forced out a smile. “It’s fine.”

After that, he quickly ran into the kitchen and soaked his hands in cold water, but a huge blister had already formed!

The pain was excruciating!

Philip’s eyes were cold as he stood in the kitchen. How could he not notice that Paula had done it on purpose?

already forgotten about Philip and turned to Martha instead. “Well then, since you’ve already asked for my help, I’ll get

said, Paula leaned back on the sofa and fiddled with the jewelry on her

not that I want to reprimand you, but you really shouldn’t have allowed Wynn to marry Philip back then.

Paula said this, she totally did not consider if Philip could hear her

what if he could? He was nothing but a

the kitchen. He had already applied some medication for his burns before he returned to the living room. He said with a smile, “Aunt Paula, please don’t worry about the villa. I’ve already bought a house. If you’re interested, you can come

Martha were stunned by his

not expect that Philip would still brag and joke about this matter at a

it at him while cursing. “Philip, no one will think you’re a mute if you don’t speak. Now, get lost at

more days, all of

your son-in-law has learned to brag now? This isn’t good, you know. He’ll

right.” Martha could not do anything except glare daggers at

tow and said, “Well then, since the son-in-law has already said so, let’s set

Crack!

had nowhere to vent. She glared vehemently at Philip, stood up, and slapped him across the face with a screech. “Get lost! Who told you to

into the new home together. This made Martha so angry that she cursed him

to be rueful and said to Martha, “Martha, this son-in-law of yours is really no good. You must teach him a

left. Soon after that, she told her husband, daughter, and son-in-law