The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 2218

The grand elder held a black cane, looked at Philip coldly, and said, “On your knees!”

Philip knelt without any struggle or resistance.

Smack!

The grand elder raised the cane in his hand high in the air and slapped it across Philip’s shoulder with a black stream of light!

Instantly, the clothes on Philip’s shoulder ripped apart from the impact!

Philip also muffled a grunt. The ripped jacket on his shoulders revealed a white shirt but it was quickly dyed red with blood.

Seeing this scene, Wynn was very distressed and anxious. She knelt in front of Philip with Mila in her arms and blocked the next strike from the grand elder. She exclaimed, “Grand Elder, it’s all my fault. It‘s all because of me that Philip did that. If you want to punish someone, hit me.”

The grand elder‘s eyes went cold at this scene as he shouted, “Do you think I don’t dare to hit you?”

With that said, the grand elder raised the cane in his hand and was about to strike.

At this moment, Mila burst into tears in Wynn’s arms. She ran over, hugged Philip‘s shoulder, and wailed, “Dad is hurt. Dad is bleeding. Boo-hoo…”

Then, Mila turned her head, stared at the grand elder with big tearful eyes, pursed her lips, and cried, “You’re a bad person. You hit my Dad! I don’t like you. Boo-hoo…”

Seeing Mila crying, the grand elder could hardly bear it and the cane in his hand wavered.

Philip looked at the crying Mila, stroked her cute little head, and said, “Mila, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt at all. I did something wrong and must be punished. You should stand aside with Mom.”

After saying that, Philip looked at Wynn. With tears in her eyes, Wynn hugged Philip’s shoulder. She was very distressed.

“Wynnie, bring Mila to the side. This is an internal matter of the Clarke family. I’m prepared for it,” Philip said.

Wynn shook her head and said, “No, I don’t care. I don’t want anything from the Clarke family. It’s no big deal if we leave. Let’s go, okay? I don’t want…”

Philip smiled, touched Wynn’s delicate cheek, and said, “Wynnie, trust me.”