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.

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,

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

was stunned when

shocked when she saw George

Thomas, was sitting in the passenger seat of the vehicle.

W-What was going on?

arms. On a side note, Wynn did not dare move or

Wynn noticed 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

of people had begun gathering around to watch what

to the hospital? There were so many scholars and even the dean was waiting

first glance, a field of white

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

“Philip!”

tears rolled down her eyes. She

pushed into the intensive care unit. His eyes were

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.

nodded, pushed open the

bed. Her lips were white, and her eyes were red. It was obvious that she

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

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

as tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls on

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

Wynn was petrified.