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 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,

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

was stunned when she

even more shocked when she saw George in the

seat of the vehicle. Furthermore, he had

W-What was going on?

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

was filled with both young and old doctors. Additionally, there were

top of that, a lot of people had begun gathering around to watch what

the hospital? There were so many scholars and even the

glance, a field of white coats could

group of people surrounded her. Then, Wynn remembered something

“Philip!”

Philip’s hand as tears rolled down her eyes. She said,

intensive care unit. His eyes were icy, and he

hour later, the 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,

the door,

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

Wynn saw Philip walking toward her, she sat up quickly.

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

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

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

Wynn was petrified.