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.

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

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

honest, Wynn was stunned

when

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

W-What was going on?

Philip held Wynn tightly in his arms. On a side note, Wynn did not

and old doctors. Additionally, there were a lot of scholars at the door. Even the dean of the hospital could be seen respectfully standing at

that, a lot of people had begun gathering around

were so many scholars and even the dean

first glance, a field of white coats could be

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

“Philip!”

down her eyes.

into the intensive care unit. His eyes were icy, and he did not

the dean walked out with seven to eight scholars. They respectfully stood in front of Philip and said, “Young Master, the young madam is

pushed open the

were white, and her eyes were red. It was obvious that she had been

toward her, she sat up quickly. Nevertheless,

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

tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls on a broken

that Philip was livid. Moreover, it was the kind of anger that Martha would not be able to

Wynn was petrified.