The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 350

All of a sudden! Bang! The door was kicked open violently from outside.

Wynn turned around, looked at the door, and saw a figure standing tall at the entrance. It has to be said that the figure’s back was facing the light. The person then barged inside, took Wynn’s bowl, and smashed it on the floor!

Smash! The bowl was smashed into pieces. When Martha saw that the bowl had been smashed, she felt anger well up in her chest. She stood up and pointed at Philip before shrieking, “Philip, you rascal, what are you doing?

Slap! Philip’s response to her was a slap in the face. Martha fell to the ground after being slapped and did not get up

Wynn was horrified. She had noted expect Philip to barge in, smash the bowl, and slap

Having said that, Philip turned around and carried the confused Wynn like a bride as he walked out of the Johnston Manor. The two then got into the Rolls Royce

was going on? Throughout the journey, Philip held Wynn tightly in his arms. On a side note, Wynn did not dare move or speak. When they arrived at the hospital, Wynn noticed that the entrance was filled with both young and old doctors. Additionally, there were a lot of scholars at the door. Even the dean of the hospital could be seen respectfully standing at the door. On top of that, a lot of people had begun gathering around to watch what was going on. Which VIP was coming to the hospital? There were so many scholars and even the dean was waiting at the entrance. At first glance, a field of white coats could be seen. Shortly after Wynn was placed on a bed, a group of people surrounded her. Then, Wynn remembered something before she was pushed into the intensive care unit. “Philip!” Wynn grabbed Philip’s hand as tears rolled down

the hospital for a few days.” Philip nodded, pushed open the door, and walked in. Wynn looked pale on the bed. Her lips were white, and her eyes were red. It was obvious that she had been crying. When Wynn saw Philip walking toward her, she sat up quickly. Nevertheless, she was stopped by him. “Philip, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. She’s my mom. Please, don’t blame her. The baby and I are fine.” Wynn grabbed Philip’s hand tightly as tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls on a broken string. Wynn did not know why, but she had a feeling that Philip was livid. Moreover, it was the kind of anger that Martha would not be able to handle. Wynn was petrified. “Wynnie,