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.

asked the owner about it, they found

profusely and

would die because

“Tell me!”

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

“One for abortion!”

George lowered his head even more

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

his phone

one answered the

frantic and beginning to

so he called Mindy and asked,

saw her tale a call.

Slam!

phone and hurriedly got into the car. Afterward,

not let

off the hook the night before, and

had completely crossed the

digging her own grave by touching

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

on the sofa and watched as

the smell of dark medicine on

can I not drink it? It

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

put on an aggrieved face and said, “Wynn, are you still mad at me? Then, I don’t want to live anymore. I brewed this

that, Wynn felt

She could only comply.

I’ll drink it,