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.

dozens of bodyguards in black suits stood on the side, watching quietly

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

Mr. Clarke,” Theo replied

shocked when

Break… Break her arms?!

that was

wrong. Don’t break my arms. I admit

immediately hugged Philip’s thigh before he could turn away

was to

made up his

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

was Philip’s greatest

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

out of

bodyguards in black suits directly surrounded Martha

sound of cracking bones

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

outside in the yard, leaning against the car while

walked out, nodded to Philip, and said, “Mr.

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