The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 354

"Nope. Whatever you think it is, it's not."

Philip huffed helplessly as he stuffed a slice of apple into Wynn's mouth. "Enough about Giada, okay? I've got it covered. Oh, and tell me if she comes to look for you again, okay?" Stunned, Wynn hummed a tone of acknowledgment.

After finishing the apple, Wynn asked, "Philip... About my mother, what did you do?"

Wynn was afraid that Philip's anger would have driven him to do the unthinkable. It was only natural for her to worry as it was her mother and Philip's mother-in-law after all.

Philip responded serenely, "Nothing much, so don't worry about it. If she learns anything from this, she'll start thinking twice before she acts."

Wynn nodded. Her mother was indeed at fault this time, so there was nothing worth arguing with Philip about.

Moreover, Wynn had already made her own decision.

Two to three days later, Wynn was discharged from the hospital.

Martha stayed conscientiously at home.

She had spent the last few days living in fear, not even daring to leave the house for groceries in case she got hit again.

Even at home, she made sure that all windows and doors were closed tightly... In case someone crashed in to beat her up again.

The fear of getting beat up had turned into psychological trauma.

There was nothing Charles could do as his wife was unwilling to talk about this mistake she had made.

She was also unable to identify who exactly she had offended.

Martha was reluctant to call the police as well for she was afraid they would take revenge.

After all, the man behind the operation was no other than the underground king-Theo Zander!

To do so was equivalent to suicide.

"Charlie, I think Philip's behind all this. Don't you remember? Philip and Theo Zander were even happily chatting during the feast." Seated on the couch, Martha's articulation was sloppy due to her still-swollen face and the newly filled tooth in her mouth.

"Hold on. You keep saying it's Philip, but why would he send people to hit you, though?"

Charles would not make the same mistake of simply calling Philip over without concrete evidence.

He had to at least know why.

Marth found herself between a rock and a hard place. There was no way she would tell him about how she dosed Wynn with an abortion medication, so she opted to lie. "The bangle. Philip took it back, saying something along the lines of it belonging to his late mother. All I did was wear it for a day or two. I'm sure that doesn't warrant me getting beat up for it, right?"

"His late mother's belongings?"

Charles froze. Sadness permeated his chest at the unexpected knowledge of Philip's mother's passing.

Martha sent a kick his way when she saw the expression Charles wore. She shouted at him, "Hey! What's wrong with you? Why are you sighing over a dead woman? The current issue is that Philip sent people over to beat me up! I'm not just going to sit here and let him off for this! If you're not going to help me, get out! Sleep somewhere else tonight!"

That was Martha's temperament. She never hesitated to make you pay if she felt that you had wronged her.

Got beaten up? Then, she would take revenge.

It did not matter who was the actual culprit for she had locked her eyes on Philip Clarke.

Knowing there was nothing he could do, Charles sighed. "Can you not? You don't even have any evidence that it was Philip. I swear, this family will end up broken one day because of you. There's no peace, no peace at all."

With that, Charles got up and left for the study, banging the door close behind him.

Martha continued to stew in her own anger in the living room before Joel Harris came to her mind. She dialed for him.

"Hey, Joel? This is Aunty Martha, are you free? Let's meet up.”

This was a calculated move from Martha to get Joel on her side, one she easily did with a smile.

Hanging up the phone, Martha gathered her things and left the house with a mask and sunglasses on.

Reaching the restaurant, Martha proudly proclaimed to the usher, "Mr. Harris' private room."

The female usher bowed before she politely led Martha into the most extravagant private room on the second floor.

"Aunt Martha." Having already arrived, Joel stood up and greeted politely.

"Oh, Joel. You don't have to be so polite. Eating here can't be cheap, right?"

Seating herself, Martha removed her mask and sunglasses before taking a good look around.

It was a nice place. Everything seemed to glitter, and the staff was polite.

Joel smiled brightly. "It's nothing much, Aunt Martha. It's not too bad since a meal here only costs around 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. Not that anything's too expensive if it's a meal with you, Aunt Martha. Take a look and order what you want. I hear their shark fin and Australian lobster are quite good. Oh, and how would you like a bottle of Lafite?"