The First Heir

Martha glared at the brawny man. As Philip reached out for the phone, the frightened Martha mustered the strength from nowhere. She got up and rushed over to grab the phone.

However, Philip just kicked her and knocked her to the ground once again.

Then, in the entire yard, the recording of Martha’s initial contact with the man sounded. Each one of her words was chilling to the bone.

Philip was already shaking with anger while holding the phone in his hand. With red eyes, he stared at Martha who was already at a loss on the ground. He said angrily, “I’ve already warned you a long time ago that if you dare to lay a finger on Wynn and Mila, I’ll never let you off! Today, you’ve completely crossed my bottom line!”

When Martha heard this, she knew Philip was really angry.

She knelt and climbed over to Philip in fear, hugging his leg while begging for mercy. “Philip, I was wrong. I’m your mother-in-law, after all. I was really wrong. I won’t dare to do it anymore. Please let me go. I’ll move out of the villa right away, okay?”

Philip stared at Martha from above and shook his head as he said coldly, “This is no longer a question of right or wrong. You even made use of your daughter. Are you still a mother, a human?”

“I… I’m not a human. I’m wrong. I’m not a human!”

With that, Martha started slapping herself.

The sound of her slaps was heard.

yard, dozens of bodyguards in black suits stood on the side, watching quietly while waiting for

his eyes, and said softly, “Theo, break her arms and throw her in front of the

Clarke,”

when she heard

Break… Break her arms?!

sh*t, that

my arms. I admit I was wrong. I

immediately hugged Philip’s thigh before he could turn away and pleaded

was to no

made up

kill Martha, then he would break her

was Philip’s greatest

what to do in the future,” Philip

stepped out of

suits directly surrounded Martha despite her screams

sound of cracking

hysterical screams of Martha echoed throughout the yard as well as her spiteful curses. “Philip Clarke, you son of a b*tch! I’ll never let

the yard, leaning against the car while smoking a

walked out, nodded to Philip, and

carried a blood-splattered Martha with drooping arms and walked out of the gate of