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.

smashed bowl of medicine on the floor and roared, “Martha Yates! You’re

he walked out of the Johnston Manor. The two then got into the Rolls Royce that

be honest, Wynn was stunned when she

when she

seat of the vehicle. Furthermore, he had reserved the backseat

W-What was going on?

the journey, Philip held Wynn tightly in his arms. On a

both young and old doctors. Additionally, there were a lot of scholars at the door. Even the dean of the

lot of people had begun gathering around to watch what was

to the hospital? There were so many

glance, a field of white coats could be

her. Then, Wynn remembered something before she was pushed into the intensive care

“Philip!”

grabbed Philip’s hand as tears rolled down her eyes.

as Wynn was pushed into the intensive care unit. His eyes were icy, and he

dean walked out with seven to eight scholars. They respectfully stood 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

the

the bed. Her lips were white, and her eyes were

saw Philip walking toward her, she sat up quickly. Nevertheless, she was

She’s my mom. Please, don’t blame her. The

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

did not know why, but she had a feeling that Philip was livid. Moreover, it was the kind of anger that Martha

Wynn was petrified.