The First Heir

That slap was so brutal it took everyone by surprise.

Martha especially brought her hand to her rapidly-swelling face, looking at Philip in disbelief.

Since when did this useless trash have the guts to hit her like this?

Wait, he had done so a few times before.

When she remembered the past few times, Martha only grew angrier.

How dare that trash hit her so many times! She was his mother-in-law, his elder in the family!

“How could you hit me?! Don’t you guys see, he’s gone way over the line! He hit me!” Martha screamed, throwing a tantrum and even trying to scratch him.

However, Philip simply kicked her hard in the stomach, sending her falling on her backside and crying for her mother.

“Martha Yates! I’ve warned you many times now, but you still keep pushing my limits! Do you really think I don’t dare to kill you?”

Philip said coldly, clenching his fists. If Wynn was not holding him back, he would teach that clueless woman a lesson she would never forget today!

and howled like a banshee, “See, see! He’s my son-in-law, but he’s hitting his mother-in-law! What a travesty! What place do I have left in this family? Are you f*cking dead, Charles Johnston? Your son-in-law hit me, so why are you just

trembled in rage, but she was

Philip earlier made her panic from

was why she turned her

is still your elder, after all. Could you just let it slide this one

you keep letting her

eyes filled

he was quite torn. True, he was supposed to be the one wearing the pants in this family, but that banshee Martha managed

of your own son-in-law? You’re trash, just like him! I must have been blind to marry

was frustrated, she immediately

felt like he had no say at

he was pushed over the brink, he turned around and barked at her, “You want a divorce? Fine! I’ve had enough of you! I told you so many times not to go too far, I told you to stop raising hell, but you never listened. You’re always complaining that I didn’t make much of myself, right? Saying I only became a section head after so many years of hard work? Alright then, let’s get a divorce. Go back to your own

Martha

for why they went

you’re all ganging up on me, aren’t you? Oh, what did I do to deserve this? You two

Since her mother was throwing

not want to engage Martha anymore. There was no

also snorted and went into

the only one left in the living room, bawling her eyes out. She would stop once she had had

of Beacon’s board to a banquet at a

there too, of

were all on cloud

the happy occasion,