The First Heir

Aria turned her head, looked at Horace disapprovingly, and said, “And you! Do you want to cause trouble with him too? Do you know what kind of place the branch family is? If Christian really had the intention to kill today, who would’ve been able to stop him?”

Horace looked a little sullen and said, “But Aria, I did ask for the grand elder’s token, didn’t I? Besides, nothing happened.”

“Say it again!” Aria coldly scolded.

Horace was like a schoolboy who had made a mistake. He turned to Philip and accused him, “Why are you so stubborn? Why couldn’t you hold back a little? You just had to go and cause such a big fuss! Apologize to your third mother right now!”

Philip felt helpless. He knew that his third mother loved him.

“Third Mother, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong.”

Philip lowered his head and said. Then, he took a step forward, pulled Aria’s delicate arm, and said, “Third Mother, don’t be angry. I won’t dare to do it again next time.”

With that said, Philip even wanted to make a vow.

Aria snorted and said to the attendant next to her, “Let’s go.”

After walking a few steps, she said without looking back, “Tomorrow, bring your wife and children to my place

and

the car and left. He rubbed his burning cheek and grumbled, “Uncle Horace, Third Mother is too

say that? I don’t even dare to talk back to her. Only you can do

on the purple-gold token in Horace’s hand. He said, “Uncle Horace, can you let me play with the grand elder’s

thief and said, “What do you want to do? Don’t even think about it! This is the grand elder’s token. I have to

his eyebrows and

get someone to pick you, Wynnie, and your kids up. You need to visit the

for seven years! Don’t you know that the

Philip replied, “I know.”

***

was in his

on the bed and wrapped in

on the side, her eyes swollen from crying.

Lydia, who was still unconscious on the bed. He said to the doctor who was packing