Chapter 257
The First Heir
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 otherâs eyes.
âDo you have any idea what youâve done, Philip? Why the hell did you do that? Her brother is the Chief
Staff Sergeant! Weâre screwed, youâve condemned us all to death!â
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.
âItâs fine, Mom. I can handle this,â Philip said calmly.
âAs if you can handle anything! Youâre just a good-for-nothing! Oh, youâll be the death of us all!â 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.
âAre you done, Mom? Philipâs only trying to stand up for us, isnât he?â
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 Wynnâs arm and lambasted her, âAre you
stupid, Wynn? Philip just hit someone, and he even made her spit blood! Her brother is the Chief Staff
Sergeant! If this escalates, heâll end up in jail and weâll have to pay for the damages.â
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 Philipâs 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. âHaha, 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. Youâll have to pay at least one million for this!â
That was nothing short of bold-faced extortion!
Martha almost fainted from anger when she heard the sum of âone millionâ.
âI donât care! This has nothing to do with us, he started it! If you want compensation, get it from him!â
Martha simply gave up, pushing all the blame onto Philip.
With that, she grabbed Charlesâ 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, âWho the
hell dared to bully my lilâ sister? Do you have a death wish? Havenât you heard of the great Manson
Horace?â
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, âDonât even think about running away until we
settle this today.â
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, âD-Donât arrest me, I didnât 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.â
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, âShut your trap, b*tch!â
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. âLook, Manny! Look what that idiot did to me! You gotta arrest him! Arrest them all! I wonât
settle for anything less than a million after all they did!â
Manson saw his younger sisterâs injury and immediately blew his top. He jabbed a finger at Philip and
barked, âGet on your f*cking knees, *sshole, and apologize to my sister!â
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, âWhy donât we just apologize?
Letâs not cause any more trouble, we canât afford it.â
Philip just patted the back of her hand gently and said, âDonât worry. You have me.â
Martha had seen Philip and Wynnâs little interaction, of course, and she muttered to herself, âKeep
pretending, useless piece of trash. Letâs see how he worms his way out of this.â
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,
âJust spit it. How do you want to settle this?â
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?