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.

of bodyguards in black suits stood on the side, watching

and said softly, “Theo, break

Mr. Clarke,” Theo

was shocked when

Break… Break her arms?!

sh*t, that was

my arms. I admit I

he could turn

it was to

made up

not kill Martha, then he would break her arms to stop her from

was Philip’s greatest

hope you know what to do in the future,” Philip turned around and said coldly

he stepped out of

suits directly surrounded Martha despite her

cracking bones

hysterical screams of Martha echoed throughout the yard as well as her spiteful curses. “Philip Clarke, you son of a

was outside in the yard, leaning against the car while

Philip, and said, “Mr. Clarke,

speaking, two bodyguards in black suits carried a blood-splattered Martha with drooping arms and walked out of the gate