Chapter 352

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sound of slapping filled the room.

Martha’s face had been smacked swollen with patches of her skin blooming in shades of black and

blue while blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

All Charles could do was watch from the sidelines. He could scream his lungs out, but there was

nothing he could do to stop them.

In the end, Tiger came forth with a bottle of medication at the snap of Theo’s fingers. He walked

menacingly toward Martha who had long lost her bearings from the slaps.

Setting her eyes on the concoction, Martha felt fear creep up within her. Tears streamed down her face

while she shook her head as if her life depended on it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please don’t, Theo. Please

don’t make me drink the poison, no, please…”

Her begging fell on deaf ears.

After clamping a hand over Martha’s throat while others forced her mouth open, Tiger then poured the

concoction into her throat.

Karma was a b*tch!

With her head tilted up as she was force-fed the concoction, Matha gargled at the intrusive liquid before

she finally swallowed half of it.

Only after that did Tiger let go of her, causing Martha to flop lifelessly onto the floor.

“Listen up! If I’m you, I’ll be more careful with the things I do and say from now on. It’ll do you good to

be a nice person!”

Theo warned coldly before he led his gang out the doors.

Scared soulless, Martha dashed to the bathroom and forced a finger down her throat to puke.

However, her efforts were to no avail.

Lying on the floor, she began to whine and cry, “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die. This is murder! Oh,

Charlie, send me to the hospital!”

After leaving the Old Johnston Manor, Theo and his gang met up with Philip. They then got into their

cars.

Fetching another bottle of the concoction from his pockets, Tiger began to chug it. “This actually tastes

pretty good for a medicinal concoction. Sigh, you’re too kind, Mr. Clarke.”

The cars drove away from the Old Johnston Manor.

The crowd around immediately began to speculate and comment.

“Holy sh*t! Isn’t that the Johnston’s good-for-nothing son-in-law?”

“Good lord! I must be going blind, he’s acquainted with people like Theo Zander?”

Everyone was confused.

The Johnstons had found a big benefactor this time.

Around ten minutes later, both Charles and Martha quickly left the manor.

Martha had a scarf over her face and sunglasses on.

Back to Philip. He had found himself in a small alleyway.

There was a Chinese medicinal pharmacy there.

Entering the doors, a small gang of seven to eight people rushed in behind him and began to smash

things!

Bang! Bang! Clatter! Smash!

Stunned, the middle-aged chubby shopkeeper began to shout, “Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Who

are you? I’m going to call the cops!”

All he got in return was a kick from Philip!

A kick that sent him falling to the floor.

Afraid, the middle-aged chubby man could tell that this man had hostile intentions. He stayed on the

ground as he asked, petrified, “Who… Who are you?”

Staring unfeelingly at the middle-aged chubby man, Philip asked, “Two days ago, did you sell anything

for abortions?”

The middle-aged chubby man could connect the dots after hearing the question. He was screwed!

“N-No! What are you talking about? This is a lawful Chinese medicinal pharmacy, we don’t do that

illegal business here.”

The chubby shopkeeper explained though it was evident that he had something to hide.

“I’ve found it, Mr. Clarke!”

Right then, Tiger appeared from the back of the shop with a large case of medicinal herbs.

Then, behind Philip walked out an old man with a headful of white hair. Glancing at the case, he

confirmed, “Indeed, Young Master. Strychnine tree, Jack-in-the-pulpit Tuber, Aconite root…”

The middle-aged chubby shopkeeper could not defend himself.

Immediately on his knees, he crawled toward Philip’s legs as he begged for mercy, “I’m sorry, Sir! I’m

sorry! A woman came to buy it from me last time. She didn’t say anything, so I didn’t know it was for

your wife! I’m sorry, please don’t kill me!”

It was evident that this man standing before him was no ordinary young man.

This was a man who brought a gang over to crash his shop and an old Chinese doctor too.

He was screwed!

In the end, all Philip did was kick him away before he instructed Tiger, “Break his limbs and throw him

out. I don’t want him opening any sort of Chinese medicinal pharmacy from now on. Crash every new

one he opens.”

“Understood, Mr. Clarke,” Tiger replied courteously.

Then, Philip turned to leave.

At that moment, the gravity of what he had done finally crashed onto the middle-aged chubby

shopkeeper.

Seeing Tiger walking toward him, the shopkeeper screamed for his life before he was finally thrown

limply at the doors of his pharmacy and left there to fend for himself.

After Philip left, someone emerged from the alley to call for paramedics.

When he returned to the hospital, Philip recollected his emotions and entered the hospital room.

Right as he entered, he was met with the sight of a woman who had no business there.

Giada Wallis!

Sitting by the hospital bed, she was chatting with Wynn.

The moment Wynn fixed her eyes on Philip, she asked calmly, “How long more were you planning to

hide it from me, Philip? Aunt Giada has already told me everything.”