The First Heir

All of a sudden!

Bang!

The door was kicked open violently from outside.

Wynn turned around, looked at the door, and saw a figure standing tall at the entrance. It has to be said that the figure’s back was facing the light. The person then barged inside, took Wynn’s bowl, and smashed it on the floor!

Smash!

The bowl was smashed into pieces.

When Martha saw that the bowl had been smashed, she felt anger well up in her chest. She stood up and pointed at Philip before shrieking, “Philip, you rascal, what are you doing? Are you still going to respect your mother-in-law or not?”

Slap!

Philip’s response to her was a slap in the face.

Martha fell to the ground after being slapped and did not get up even after a long while. She began fuming.

“Philip, what are you doing?”

Wynn was horrified. She had noted expect Philip to barge in, smash the bowl, and slap Martha in front of her.

at Martha who was on the floor. Then, he pointed at the smashed bowl of medicine on the floor and roared, “Martha Yates! You’re testing my limits! If anything happens to Wynnie and her unborn child, I, Philip Clarke,

confused Wynn like a bride as he walked out of the Johnston Manor. The two then got into the Rolls Royce that was

Wynn was stunned when

more shocked when she saw George

George Thomas, was sitting in the passenger seat of the vehicle. Furthermore, he

W-What was going on?

On

Wynn noticed that the entrance was filled with both young and old doctors. Additionally, there were a lot of scholars at the door. Even

had begun gathering around to watch what

so many scholars and even the dean was waiting at the

first glance, a field of white coats could be

group of people surrounded her. Then, Wynn remembered something before she was pushed into the

“Philip!”

hand as tears rolled down her eyes. She

intensive care unit.

in front of Philip and said, “Young Master, the young madam is fine. We’ve already pumped her stomach. The baby is fine as well. However, they need to stay in the hospital for

open the door, and

looked pale on the bed. Her lips were white, and her eyes were red. It was obvious that

she sat up quickly.

my mom. Please, don’t blame her.

grabbed Philip’s hand tightly as tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls

had a feeling that Philip was livid. Moreover, it was the kind of anger that Martha would not be

Wynn was petrified.