The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 257

Wynn was standing right next to Philip, watching everything unfold without a word. This man was so familiar to her, but also so

unfamiliar. Martha and Charles had long since been stunned into silence. They exchanged a look and found oceans of fury in

each other’s eyes. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done, Philip? Why the hell did you do that? Her brother is the Chief Staff

Sergeant! We’re screwed, you’ve condemned us all to death!” Martha immediately shoved Philip and yelled at him, then she just

sat her butt on the floor and began bawling unreasonably. Philip really hated the way Martha made a huge scene out of

everything. She was always so ignorant and ungrateful. “It’s fine, Mom. I can handle this,” Philip said calmly. “As if you can

handle anything! You’re just a good-for-nothing! Oh, you’ll be the death of us all!” Martha scolded him angrily. She wanted

nothing more than to rip him to shreds right now. That cursed Philip Clarke was truly a blight on her life. If the woman really called

her brother over, the whole family would end up behind bars. “Are you done, Mom? Philip’s only trying to stand up for us, isn’t

he?” Wynn was truly mad now. Martha had blatantly insulted Philip in front of everyone, making them a public laughing stock.

Martha was almost mad with fury as well. She grabbed Wynn’s arm and lambasted her, “Are you stupid, Wynn? Philip just hit

someone, and he even made her spit blood! Her brother is the Chief Staff Sergeant! If this escalates, he’ll end up in jail and we’ll

have to pay for the damages.” As she ranted, Martha gave Philip another furious glare. He was truly good for nothing! She

should not have asked him to come. However, Martha would never admit that it was her mistake. No matter what, everything now

was Philip’s fault. It had to be. On the other end, the flashy woman ended her call. When she saw the dramatic scene before her,

she could not help a cold sneer. “Haha, do you regret it now? Well, too late! You beat me up so badly, and my husband is in bad

shape because of you too. You’ll have to pay at least one million for this!” That was nothing short of bold-faced extortion!

Martha almost fainted from anger when she heard the sum of ‘one million’.

“I don’t care! This has nothing to do with us, he started it! If you want compensation, get it from him!”

Martha simply gave up, pushing all the blame onto Philip. With that, she grabbed Charles’ hand

indignantly and tried to run away with her tail between her legs. However, a figure at the door stood in

their way and even pushed them back inside, roaring, “Who the hell dared to bully my lil’ sister? Do you

have a death wish? Haven’t you heard of the great Manson Horace?” The man who walked in was very

tall and had a pair of handcuffs at his waist. However, he was not in his uniform, walking around in plain

clothes instead. As soon as he entered the store, the temperature dropped by tens of degrees. It was

enough to make anyone shudder. To make things worse, he gave Martha a vicious glare.

Grabbing Martha and Charles each with one hand, he threw them onto the couch and said coldly,

“Don’t even think about running away until we settle this today.” As he said that, the man sat down on

the couch and slammed his cuffs onto the table. His actions were so intimidating that Martha had

already emitted a little scream. Without missing a beat, she pointed at Philip and shrieked, “D-Don’t

arrest me, I didn’t hit her! It was him, it was my useless son-in-law who did it! If you want to arrest

someone, take him. It has nothing to do with me and my husband.” She sold him out! Just like that, she

heartlessly sold Philp out. That was Martha Yates for you. She was ever the pragmatic mother-in-law.

Smack! However, the large man, Manson Horace, simply gave Martha a violent slap across the face.

He said coolly,

“Shut your trap, b*tch!” His slap left Martha in a daze. She instantly shrunk away, holding her face and

too afraid to say anything. Philip watched them silently. He had no intention of standing up for her.

Martha had long since deserved a good beating. It might be good to teach her a lesson. The flashy

woman hastily brought the fat man, running up to Manson and sobbing as she pointed at her mouth.

“Look, Manny! Look what that idiot did to me!

You gotta arrest him! Arrest them all! I won’t settle for anything less than a million after all they did!”

Manson saw his younger sister’s injury and immediately blew his top. He jabbed a finger at Philip and

barked, “Get on your f*cking knees, *sshole, and apologize to my sister!” He was brutal and decisive!

That was Manson Horace in a nutshell. In his eyes, his younger sister was everything. Anyone who

hurt her deserved to die! However, Philip merely gave him a cool look and made to walk toward him.

Wynn quickly grabbed his arm and shook her head, saying in a whisper, “Why don’t we just apologize?

Let’s not cause any more trouble, we can’t afford it.” Philip just patted the back of her hand gently and

said, “Don’t worry.

You have me.” Martha had seen Philip and Wynn’s little interaction, of course, and she muttered to herself, “Keep pretending,

useless piece of trash.

Let’s see how he worms his way out of this.” Manson gave Martha another terrifying glare, and she instantly played dead, all the

blood draining from her face. By now, Philip was standing in front of Manson calmly. He took a seat without being asked and said,

“Just spit it. How do you want to settle this?” Manson frowned deeply. A thought occurred to him when he saw how composed

Philip looked. The punk was not scared of him at all. Did he not know who Manson was?