The First Heir

“Nope. Whatever you think it is, it’s not.”

Philip huffed helplessly as he stuffed a slice of apple into Wynn’s mouth. “Enough about Giada, okay? I’ve got it covered. Oh, and tell me if she comes to look for you again, okay?”

Stunned, Wynn hummed a tone of acknowledgment.

After finishing the apple, Wynn asked, “Philip… About my mother, what did you do?”

Wynn was afraid that Philip’s anger would have driven him to do the unthinkable. It was only natural for her to worry as it was her mother and Philip’s mother-in-law after all.

Philip responded serenely, “Nothing much, so don’t worry about it. If she learns anything from this, she’ll start thinking twice before she acts.”

Wynn nodded. Her mother was indeed at fault this time, so there was nothing worth arguing with Philip about.

Moreover, Wynn had already made her own decision.

Two to three days later, Wynn was discharged from the hospital.

Martha stayed conscientiously at home.

She had spent the last few days living in fear, not even daring to leave the house for groceries in case she got hit again.

all windows and doors were closed tightly…

of getting beat up

do as his wife was unwilling to talk about this

to identify who exactly

police as well for she was afraid they

man behind the operation was no other than the underground

so was equivalent to

you remember? Philip and Theo Zander were even happily

was sloppy due to her still-swollen face and the newly filled

but why would he send people to hit you,

not make the same mistake of simply calling Philip

to at

lie. “The bangle. Philip took it back, saying something along the lines of it belonging to his late mother. All I did was wear it for a day or two. I’m sure

“His late mother’s belongings?”

permeated his chest at

are you sighing over a dead woman? The current issue is that Philip sent people over to beat me up! I’m not just going to sit here and

Martha’s temperament. She never hesitated to make you pay if she

up? Then, she would

not matter who was the actual culprit for she had

nothing he could do, Charles sighed. “Can you not? You don’t even have any evidence that it was Philip. I