The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Martha became startled at those words and rushed at her father while shouting, “Dad, you can’t do this! Wynn is your granddaughter! This matter is that wimp’s fault!” She turned to Wynn angrily, held her shoulders, and shook them desperately. “Wynnie, don’t be silly. Just hurry up and tell that wimp to come back. We won’t get involved in this matter. He must solve his own problems.” Why was her daughter so stupid? Was it worth it to stand against Old Master Yates for that wastrel? However. Wynn laughed coldly as her eyes became tearful. She glanced at Martha before looking at Bob. “Grandpa, I know you’re here for Eric. I don’t know what happened to him, but you laid your hands on me as soon as I stepped in here. Did you find out about what Eric did? Do you know what Eric did to me today?” Wynn was infuriated. This was her grandfather, an old man who did not care about right or wrong and distinguished between grandson and granddaughter. To Bob, Eric was the flesh and blood of the Yates, his precious grandson. Was Wynn not his granddaughter? Bob’s mouth twitched. However, his love for his grandson caused him to ignore her statement as he retorted, “Eric is the grandson of the Yates family. Even if he did something wrong, it should be the Yates who punish him. An outsider has no right to break his limbs!” Thump, thump, thump! As he spoke, Bob angrily tapped his black-and-gold cane that was embellished with a tiger’s head against the floor that was tiled. Everyone in the house fell silent. What?

Philip broke Eric’s limbs? Martha was the first person who fell into disbelief. Her breathing became rapid, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she almost passed out. They were doomed! Philip had wreaked huge havoc this time! Wynn was obviously startled by this as well. She had not expected such an outcome at all. Despite that, she did not have any regrets.

Philip was her husband, and she was willing to stand by his side. “He asked for it.” To everyone’s astonishment, Wynn bit her lip and said this. “Very well, very well indeed!” Bob laughed menacingly and ordered his men,

beat her to death!” Bob turned around and shouted at Martha. Martha got a fright. She picked up the phone. Her fingers shook as she dialed Philip’s number. “Phil… Philip, come back at once! Wynn, Wynnie is being beaten to death…” Cries echoed throughout the house. It was Martha’s wails. She was heartbroken at the sight of her little girl being beaten. When Philip received the call, he had just arrived at the street right outside the Old Johnston Manor. He heard the slapping sounds from the receiver and was immediately enraged. D*mn Bob Yates! He was courting death! The entire Yates family was courting their death! Very well! He had given them an inch, and

and swollen. Not to mention, her mouth was full of blood, and the two bodyguards showed no signs of stopping as they slapped her face back and forth. “You’re dead!” An angry roar! Philip pounced and threw a couple of punches. Bam! Before the two bodyguards could realize what was happening, they each received a punch to the face and immediately slumped back in a daze. Despite that, they were physically strong after all and could take Philip’s blows. With a grim expression

tantamount to playing with fire! “Philip Clarke, you’re