The First Heir
Chapter 2006

Chapter 2006

Meanwhile, Martha had been cleaning dog poop on the lawn for hours. Only now did she discover that this place was like a dog factory. Thousands of precious and ferocious dogs from all countries could be found here.

With both nostrils stuffed with tissues, she fought the urge to throw up as she scooped dog poop from the grass. She also had to put up with those animals barking at her.

It was not pleasant at all. She hated that damned Philip Clarke from the bottom of her heart now!

This damned son-in-law was deliberately making things difficult for her. He was taking revenge for the past four years and venting his frustrations on her.

Martha wanted to cry, her heart filled with regret and hatred. How long would she have to shovel dog poop in such a large place?

Just when she tried to be lazy, the fierce fat aunt whipped her and yelled, “What are you doing? Who allowed you to be lazy? Hurry and clean everything up. If you don’t finish it today, you won’ t have food to eat at night!”

Pat Aunt was just like a wicked landlord. She was much more savage than Martha.

Martha had already been whipped several times and her body hurt like hell. She howled and said, “I’ll do it! Stop hitting me. I’m doing it!”

Smack!

She was whipped another time as Fat Aunt shouted, “Get to work!”

After a while, Martha finally could not stand it anymore. She threw away the tools in her hand and cursed at Fat Aunt aggressively, “Don’t you force me! I’m Philip Clarke’s mother-in-law and the in-law of

the Clarke family on your island! If you treat me like this now, you‘ll pay for it in the future!”

Hearing that, Fat Aunt sneered contemptuously, rolled up her sleeves, took the whip in her hand, and said, “Oh my, are you still dreaming? Someone like you can be our young master’s mother-in-law? What bullsh*t are you talking about? I can also say that I’m our young master’s mother-in-law!”

On the side, several middle-aged women also gathered around.

“Fat Aunt, this woman is asking for a beating.”

“That’s right, she’s dreaming in broad daylight. She deserves a good beating.”

With that said, the few women rolled up their sleeves and sneered as they gathered around Martha.

Martha was so scared that she fell to the ground. Following that, heart-wrenching screams could be heard near the area.

Ten minutes later, Martha lay on the ground alone, moaning and groaning with bruises all over. She looked utterly disheveled, and her swollen face was covered with tears.

Fat Aunt and the others had already left.

Martha sat on the ground, slapped her thighs, and bawled, “Wynnie, come and save me. I’m about to be beaten to death.”

***

Wynn was sent back to Philip’s residence by the servants. At this moment, she was dumbfounded as she stood at the entrance of Philip’s residence.

Was this where Philip lived?

This question flashed through her head a dozen times. She dared not accept the sight in front of her. It was very difficult to accept.

The place where Philip lived was on the right side of that white castle at the top of the mountain. The top of the mountain was flattened out. The dazzling castle was like the palace of an ancient prince.

It was too luxurious. The carved beams, the grandeur. The land area covered at least tens of thousands of square feet.

There was also a garage built on a hilltop not far away. At a glance, it was parked full of various luxury cars. There were even a few private jets.

“Is this where Philip lives?” Wynn asked in a daze.

The servant beside her bowed and said respectfully, “Yes, Young Madam.”