The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

“What’s going on?” Philip walked over in a hurry and held her hands, asking her. Wynn sobbed, “They said that the villa doesn’t belong to us anymore, so they’re here to kick us out.” Philip frowned deeply. This was clearly Giada’s doing. Indeed, George had been the one who initially bought this villa, and he used the family’s assets to do so. Giada was well within her rights to take it back. However, this was mere child’s play to both Giada and Philip. It was more like she was just causing him trouble on purpose. “Stop, this is our home! What right do you have to throw our stuff out? This is robbery, it’s trespassing! I’m calling the cops!” Martha was covered in sweat as she desperately tried to stop the bodyguards in black. However, they ignored her and merely shoved her aside, sending her falling onto her butt on the floor. “Help, robbers! Daylight robbery! Oh, where is the justice?!” Martha just sat on the floor and wailed, slapping her thighs and making a scene. Her hair was a mess, making her look tragic and pitiful.

When she saw Philip outside the villa, she flew into a mad rage. She pounced on him and immediately struck him across the face with all she had, yelling, “It’s all your fault, you good-for-nothing! We would never have been thrown out if it weren’t for you! What enemies did you make this time?!” Philip’s eyes widened at Martha’s absurd accusations. Why was she turning on him now? “What are you doing, Mom? What right do you have to hit Philip? You didn't give him the credit when you moved in, but now you’re blaming him when we’re kicked out? How can you be so unreasonable?!” Wynn was mad too, and very disappointed in her mother.

of the villa and had no one to vent her frustrations out on, so she was itching for a fight. Jabbing a finger at Wynn’s nose, she shrieked, “Don’t side with the outsider, Wynn! We could move in because Philip owed us as much, and now

you pay with your life!” Ba-thump! Philip’s words and his murderous aura sapped all the wind from Martha’s sails. She cowered away, muttering, “Why are you so mad? If you have the balls, yell at them, not me. They’re the ones who threw us out. You useless trash, you only have the guts to yell at us.” Martha was irredeemable, and Philip was at quite a loss on how to deal with her. He gave her a vicious glare and

onto the ground flippantly. Crash! The picture shattered! Wynn was the first to rush over to it. She crouched on the ground and looked at the shattered pieces of their wedding picture, her eyes welling with tears. The guard saw that Wynn was trying to pick up