The First Heir

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sound of slapping filled the room.

Martha’s face had been smacked swollen with patches of her skin blooming in shades of black and blue while blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

All Charles could do was watch from the sidelines. He could scream his lungs out, but there was nothing he could do to stop them.

In the end, Tiger came forth with a bottle of medication at the snap of Theo’s fingers. He walked menacingly toward Martha who had long lost her bearings from the slaps.

Setting her eyes on the concoction, Martha felt fear creep up within her. Tears streamed down her face while she shook her head as if her life depended on it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please don’t, Theo. Please don’t make me drink the poison, no, please…”

Her begging fell on deaf ears.

After clamping a hand over Martha’s throat while others forced her mouth open, Tiger then poured the concoction into her throat.

Karma was a b*tch!

With her head tilted up as she was force-fed the concoction, Matha gargled at the intrusive liquid before she finally swallowed half of it.

Only after that did Tiger let go of her, causing Martha to flop lifelessly onto the floor.

“Listen up! If I’m you, I’ll be more careful with the things I do and say from now on. It’ll do you good to be a nice person!”

Theo warned coldly before he led his gang out the doors.

Scared soulless, Martha dashed to the bathroom and forced a finger down her throat to puke.

her efforts were

to whine and cry, “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die. This is murder! Oh, Charlie, send

his gang met

concoction from his pockets, Tiger began to chug it. “This actually tastes pretty good for a medicinal concoction.

drove away from the Old Johnston

crowd around immediately began

Isn’t that the Johnston’s good-for-nothing

I must be going blind, he’s

Everyone was confused.

had found a

minutes later, both Charles and Martha quickly left

scarf over

He had found himself

a Chinese medicinal

gang of seven to eight

Bang! Bang! Clatter! Smash!

began to shout, “Hey! Hey! What are you

got in return was a kick

sent him falling to the

tell that this man had hostile intentions. He stayed on

at the middle-aged chubby man, Philip asked, “Two days ago, did you

dots after hearing

a lawful Chinese medicinal

chubby shopkeeper explained though it was evident that he

it,

the back of the shop

man with a headful of white hair. Glancing at