The First Heir

Meanwhile, Martha had been cleaning dog poop on the lawn for hours. Only now did she discover that this place was like a dog factory. Thousands of precious and ferocious dogs from all countries could be found here.

With both nostrils stuffed with tissues, she fought the urge to throw up as she scooped dog poop from the grass. She also had to put up with those animals barking at her.

It was not pleasant at all. She hated that damned Philip Clarke from the bottom of her heart now!

This damned son-in-law was deliberately making things difficult for her. He was taking revenge for the past four years and venting his frustrations on her.

Martha wanted to cry, her heart filled with regret and hatred. How long would she have to shovel dog poop in such a large place?

Just when she tried to be lazy, the fierce fat aunt whipped her and yelled, “What are you doing? Who allowed you to be lazy? Hurry and clean everything up. If you don’t finish it today, you won’ t have food to eat at night!”

Pat Aunt was just like a wicked landlord. She was much more savage than Martha.

Martha had already been whipped several times and her body hurt like hell. She howled and said, “I’ll do it! Stop hitting me. I’m doing it!”

Smack!

time as Fat

Fat Aunt aggressively, “Don’t you force me!

whip in her hand, and said, “Oh my, are you still dreaming? Someone like you can be our young master’s mother-in-law?

the side, several middle-aged women

this woman is asking

broad daylight.

rolled up their sleeves and

so scared that she fell to the ground. Following that, heart-wrenching screams

and groaning with bruises all over. She looked

the

on the ground, slapped her thighs, and bawled, “Wynnie, come and save me. I’m about to be

***

At this moment, she was dumbfounded as