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 out that among the medicine Martha had bought,

sweating profusely and did not

would die because

“Tell me!”

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

“One for abortion!”

even more and began apologizing repeatedly, “Young Master,

body become enveloped with rage as his pupils constricted. Then, he clenched his fists and growled lowly as a piercing gaze shot

took out his phone

no one answered the

frantic and beginning to

called Mindy and asked, “Mindy, where did

tale a call. She told me it was

Slam!

car. Afterward, he asked Geroge to

would not let anything

off the hook the night before, and she

crossed the line this

digging her own

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,

as her mother fawned over her.

on the coffee

it? It stinks,” said Wynn

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

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

that, Wynn felt bad and

She could only comply.

I’ll drink it,