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 while waiting for Philip’s

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

Mr. Clarke,” Theo

shocked when she

Break… Break her arms?!

sh*t, that was

Don’t break my arms. I admit I

before he could turn away and pleaded

it was to

had made up his

break her arms to stop her from doing

Philip’s greatest

future,” Philip turned around and said coldly

out of

suits

cracking

well as her spiteful curses. “Philip Clarke, you son of a b*tch!

in the yard, leaning against the car while

nodded to Philip,

with drooping arms and walked