The First Heir

Levi grabbed the bricks on the ground with both hands, struggling so much until he drew blood. He howled. “I won’t apologize! Even if you trample me to death, I won’t apologize! I’m the eldest young master of the branch family. I’ll never apologize!”

“Oh, really? Continue enjoying the treatment, then.” Philip said impassively before he lifted his leg and stomped down on the back of Levi’s right knee.

At that moment, Levi’s eyes widened in horror as he looked back at Philip who had a sneer on his face. He asked, “What are you doing? Don’t… Argh!”

A hoarse scream resounded again. Levi clenched his fists as his body fell limp on the ground. The soul-crunching pain made him sweat profusely!

Philip’s action had broken Levi’s kneecap. He would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair unless he met a talented doctor who could help him reconstruct his bones. Shards of bone were stuck in Levi’s flesh, making him tremble in pain.

“Ph… Philip, I swear that I won’t let you off! Just you wait. I’m going to kill you! I’ll kill you!”

trying to vent the

just watched grimly. He moved his foot away, stepped on the knee socket of

teeth while trembling all over but he still shouted,

Crack!

miserable scream. This time, Levi passed out from the

head. After that, he turned around, looked at the guards of the branch family who

from the ground, hurriedly carried

her arms and looked at the departing backs of Levi and the others. She then turned to Philip, trotted over, and asked, “Are you okay? What

and said,

Mila, and followed Philip

***

carried back to the branch family by the guards. As soon as they entered the boundary of the