The First Heir

Wynn was almost about to start drinking the medicine, and Martha felt anxious and frantic as she watched on.

After all, she was her own daughter.

‘Wynnie, I am so sorry, but I don’t have a choice. You won’t have a good future with that worthless bum, Philip. Since you won’t abort the child, I’ll be the bad guy then!’

Marta said callously in her heart.

Still holding the bowl, Wynn was about to drink the medicine. However, just then, her phone rang.

Wynn hesitated for a moment before placing the bowl down. Then, she looked at the caller ID and saw that it was from her company.

“Mom, I’ll drink it later. I need to take this.”

Wynn got up and walked out of the room to answer her phone.

Martha was extremely anxious. She yelled, “Hey, Wynnie, drink this before you take the call.”

Nevertheless, Wynn had already left.

Martha was livid. She was so close.

she merely grabbed her bag in a rush and kissed Mila before heading

the medicine.” Martha was

contradicting look on her face, “No need, mom. Next time. I have something to take

Wynn quickly

began stomping her foot in anger. She had wasted an entire afternoon brewing the medicine, and it had

Mummy is very busy and

said childishly. She was playing with her doll

and began to yell through gritted teeth, “You bastard child! It’s all your fault! Your daddy is a worthless bum, and you’re a little bastard! Your mom is pregnant now. Once your mommy gives birth to the new baby, your daddy and mommy won’t want you anymore. They’ll throw you into

her eyes onto her face

mad as she grabbed Mila’s hair and yelled, “Cry more! If you ever cry again, I’ll kill you.

her lip. At

quickly ran over. When she saw Martha treating Mila so rudely and boorishly,

you? Who gave you permission

in her arms as her heart crumbled into pieces. She comforted Mila repeatedly as she said, “Don’t cry, Mila.

shoulder. She was bawling heavily and

yelled angrily, “Who are you? Do you even have the right to speak? You’re just the child’s nurse. How dare you

that Martha was fighting back, she retorted fiercely, “You yelled at the child, so you’re at fault! Who are you? If you don’t leave

chicken feather as an excuse to order me around now, huh? You’re just a nurse that my daughter hired. How dare you speak to me like that. Do you believe me when

heard

Her daughter?

the nurse