Chapter 396

Yolanda, who was still in the hotel suite, looked at all the figures downstairs who had just left and

completely panicked.

Yolanda was dumbfounded.

Just as she was about to kiss Philip just now, the door to the room was opened and dozens of men in

black suits swarmed in.

The person leading the group was the underground king, Theo Zander!

Only now did she find out that it was all a trap set by Philip!

A trap that made use of her!

Yolanda Lee had been taken advantage of?

Philip Clarke, that trash! Yolanda would hate him for the rest of her life!

As for Philip, he was humming a tune and leisurely returned to the Old Johnston Manor.

At the entrance, a few dark shadows moved forward and said respectfully, “Mr. Clarke, you’re home.”

Philip nodded while glancing at them. They grinned before running away.

Philip opened the door and tiptoed into the bedroom.

Philip thought for a moment, and just as he was about to get into the bed, Wynn turned over beside him

and hugged Philip while crying bitterly. “Philip, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you tonight. It’s all my

fault. But I feel very frustrated. I care about you and I’m afraid of losing you. I’m scared that Mila will

lose her father…”

Philip was stunned into silence. The tender, boiling heart in his chest twisted fiercely.

She was just afraid of losing him.

In her heart, he was very important.

Philip lay down, hugged Wynn tightly, and said gently, “Wynnie, I’m sorry, I’m at fault too.”

Mwah!

Suddenly, a pair of thin cold lips pressed directly on Philip’s mouth!

This blissful moment came too abruptly!

This night, for the two of them, was a rare occasion.

The next day, Martha got up early and banged on Wynn’s bedroom door with a shout, “Wynnie, get up!

Don’t forget, you’re getting a divorce with that good-for-nothing Philip today!”

Divorce?

Philip was startled. He sat on the bed in a daze, staring at the sleepy-eyed Wynn beside him.

Wynn looked awkward with her flushed face. She blinked her big eyes and said pitifully, “Phil, if I said

that accidentally out of anger, will you blame me?”

Philip held his head. Martha had taken her accidental words seriously.

Helplessly, Philip scratched Wynn’s nose and said, “No, as long as you want it, I’ll do whatever.”

Wynn rolled her eyes, punched him on the chest, and said, “What nonsense are you saying! I won’t

divorce you. You’re my husband and Mila’s father. You can’t run away from me in this lifetime! I want to

eat you up! Argh…”

The two rolled around in bed and paid no heed to Martha who was still knocking on the door.

Martha was bewildered. What was happening in the room?

She blinked suspiciously and moved to put her ear on the door.

Click!

The door opened.

Martha almost stumbled.

She saw Wynn hugging Philip while smiling very blissfully. “Mom, I’m not going to divorce Philip.”

What?

Not getting a divorce?!

Martha was dumbfounded. She glared furiously, threw her handbag at Philip, and cursed, “Philip, did

you drug my daughter again? You useless wretch. Who allowed you to sleep in my house? Get lost,

get lost at once!”

Philip was a little dazed at being hit by the handbag. He clenched his fists and was quite upset.

Wynn could tell that Philip was angry. She glared at Martha and said, “Mom, why are you so

unreasonable? Philip’s your son-in-law after all, how can you tell him to get lost just like that?”

Martha was outraged. She pointed at Philip and continued cursing, “How can I? Because this house

belongs to me, Martha Yates, so he should get out!”

She was livid. Her daughter was protecting the wimp again.

“Okay! If you chase Philip away today, I’ll go too! The worst thing that can happen is that I won’t return

to this home again!”

Wynn was also very angry and shouted back at her mother.

“You! You’ll be the death of me!”

Martha trembled in anger. She raised her hand and swung it.

Slap!

With this slap, Wynn’s eyes turned red. She stomped her foot angrily, packed her things, and pulled

Philip out of the door. “Mom, you forced me to do this. I won’t come back to this house again!”

Martha was enraged and sat on the floor, slapping her thighs while crying, “Charles, come out and look

at this. What have I done to suffer this? My daughter is siding with an outsider. How can I live with this?

Fine, leave, all of you can get lost! I’ve already sold your house! I want to see where you and that wimp

can live!”

However, Philip returned with a frosty face. He glanced at Martha who was rolling on the floor and said,

“Martha Yates, you’re really ruthless, but I want to tell you one thing. Wynn and I have another house,

and it’s a villa. Do you want to look at it?”