The First Heir

Half an hour ago, Philip received a call from George who said that there was an emergency.

Subsequently, after exiting the hospital, Philip saw George standing in front of its entrance with a cane in his hand next to his Rolls Royce.

George was wearing a suit with a hat. Evidently, he looked polite and refined.

However, when Philip approached George, he could see that George’s forehead was drenched in sweat, and the latter’s eyes looked frantic.

Something was wrong!

He had to tell the young master immediately.

“What happened, Old Man George? Why are you in such a hurry to find me?” Philip asked as he walked out of the hospital’s entrance.

“Young master, I was wrong.”

George respectfully bowed and lowered his head. There was a hint of self-blame in his tone of voice.

Philip frowned. It was his first time seeing George acting like this. He smiled and asked, “What happened?”

George did not dare conceal the matter from him and replied, “Young Master, the young madam and the unborn child might be in danger.”

All of a sudden!

Philip’s eyes turned cold. Nevertheless, Philip did not understand what George meant and thus asked hurriedly, “What do you mean?”

George wiped away the sweat on his forehead and said, “Young Master, while we were looking for the bangle yesterday, one of our men found out that your mother-in-law, Martha, had visited a traditional Chinese medicine shop. She bought some medicine there as well.”

George observed Philip’s expression as he spoke. He was hesitant until he saw that the latter was calm.

“Continue,” Philip said coldly. He could sense a hint of danger.

men asked the owner about it, they found out that

sweating profusely and

die because of

“Tell me!”

now icy as well. He was like a sharp knife that was

“One for abortion!”

George lowered his head even more and

Instead, Philip let his entire body become enveloped with rage as his pupils constricted. Then,

took out his

one

and

so he called Mindy and

home. I saw her tale a call. She told me it was from

Slam!

into the car. Afterward,

would not let

off the hook the night before, and she was still trying to cause

crossed the line this

own grave

time, Martha was inside the old Johnston Manor, asking Wynn to sit down. She could be heard saying earnestly, “Wynnie, I was wrong, alright? I’ll find a chance to apologize to Philip tomorrow, okay? Drink this medicine now. It’s good for you and your baby. I’ve been brewing

as her mother fawned over her.

medicine on the coffee

drink it? It stinks,”

never liked taking medicine. This was especially true when it came to traditional Chinese

are you still mad at me? Then, I don’t want

Martha behaved like that, Wynn felt bad and

She could only comply.

drink