The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 140

Martha was dumbstruck! Her breath got stuck in her throat! One… hundred billion?! With a loud thud, Martha fell backward and landed on the ground.

Her whole body had begun trembling uncontrollably. Very soon, several people gathered around her as they looked and pointed. “Oh, is she having a seizure?” “Call the emergency number quickly!” “Hurry up and call for someone. This looks serious!” Not long after, the employees of the bank rushed over and helped lift Martha onto a seat by the side. They then performed acupressure on her and gave her some water. Nevertheless, Martha struggled to wake up as her hands trembled. Her eyes were dull when she mumbled, “Hundred… billion.” The onlookers were baffled and had no idea what the old woman was mumbling about. Was she delusional?

who informed them of Martha’s location. “Mom, how do you feel? Are you alright? Do you want to go to the hospital?” Wynn trotted over and squatted next to Martha, her face full of anxiety. Martha was her biological mother after all. Needless to say, Wynn would be anxious if anything happened to her mother. Philip followed closely from behind, and an obvious frown could be seen on his face. He saw the bank card tightly being clutched by Martha. Additionally, the people around them were murmuring something related to the figure, a hundred billion. Although everyone else was at a loss, Philip knew exactly what had happened. His mother-in-law must have seen the amount in the bank card and fainted from shock. He had to think of a reasonable explanation for the matter. Judging by Martha’s personality, she would most probably argue that the card had been given to her by Philip and would seize it. Martha groaned, and her eyelids fluttered. Then, as soon as she saw Philip, she jumped up. Martha’s eyes were bright as she stared directly at

always been a good-for-nothing. Wynn had not figured it out yet. She stared at Martha and Philip blankly as she asked, “What a hundred billion?” Philip shook his head and calmly replied, “I’m not sure either. Is mother…” Philip had not yet finished his sentence when Wynn understood the gist of it. Hence, Wynn pulled Martha up and asked, “Mom, what’s wrong with you? What a hundred billion?”

nothing like a wealthy man. A bank balance of a hundred billion, what a joke! How the hell did it make sense! “My goodness. Did I hear right, one hundred billion?” “That old woman must be delusional.” “Ah, let’s go already. She must have just come out of the hospital. Young lady, you’d better send her back quickly. It’d be bad if her