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.

He turned around and glared at Martha who was on the floor. Then, he pointed at the smashed bowl of medicine on the floor and

Philip turned around and carried the confused Wynn like a bride as he walked out of

Wynn was stunned when she saw

saw even more shocked when she saw George in

sitting in the passenger seat of

W-What was going on?

On a side note, Wynn did not dare move

that the entrance was filled with both young and old doctors. Additionally, there were a lot of scholars at the door. Even the dean of the hospital could be seen respectfully

people had begun gathering around to watch what was

so many scholars

of white coats could

on a bed, a group of people surrounded her. Then, Wynn remembered something before she was

“Philip!”

rolled down

was pushed into the intensive care unit. His eyes were icy,

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 in

open the door, and walked

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

she sat up

She’s my mom. Please,

hand tightly as tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls on

a feeling that Philip was livid. Moreover, it was the kind of

Wynn was petrified.