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.

the owner about it, they found out

sweating profusely and

would die

“Tell me!”

and his tone of voice was now icy as well. He was like a sharp

“One for abortion!”

head even more and

as his pupils constricted.

Philip took out his phone and

one answered the

frantic and beginning to

he called Mindy

went back home. I saw her tale a call. She told me

Slam!

hurriedly got into the car. Afterward, he asked

not let

hook the

had completely crossed the line

was digging her own grave by

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

sofa and watched as her mother fawned over

smell of dark medicine on

I not drink it?

medicine. This was especially true when it came

an aggrieved face and said, “Wynn, are you still mad at me? Then, I don’t want to live anymore. I brewed this medicine for you out of good intentions, and you don’t even want it. Why

like that, Wynn felt bad

She could only comply.

drink