The First Heir

Chapter 349

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.

they found out that among the

was sweating profusely and did not

die because of

“Tell me!”

face had become cold, and his tone of voice was now icy as well.

“One for abortion!”

head even more and began

constricted. Then, he clenched his fists and growled lowly

his

one

and beginning

lost, so he called Mindy and

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

Slam!

car. Afterward, he asked Geroge

not let anything

off the hook the night

crossed

own grave by touching

was inside the old Johnston Manor, asking Wynn to sit down. She could be heard saying earnestly, “Wynnie, I was wrong, alright? I’ll

and watched as her mother

the smell of dark medicine on the coffee table was

it? It

young, Wynn had never liked taking medicine. This

you still mad at me? Then, I don’t want to live anymore.

behaved like that, Wynn felt

She could only comply.

drink

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