Chapter 357
The family stared at Philip. He knew who this young master was? Wynn’s eyes lit up as she stared at Philip while the latter spoke
as if it was an act of generosity to share the knowledge he had. “The young master of the Clarke Group is actually…” “You?”
Martha interrupted abruptly. She said it in a tone of ruthless taunting before Philip could finish his sentence. Snorting twice for
good measure, Martha wore an expression of pure sarcasm. “Were you going to tell us you’re the young master? I’ve never
realized you’re so prone to lying, Philip Clarke, but I suppose it’s better late than never.
Wynnie marrying you is a tragedy!” “Mom, can you not talk to Philip like that? Why are you so opinionated about him when all he
has been doing these few years is take your complaints and chides in stride?” Wynn sighed and shook her head dejectedly. It
was as if her mother and Philip were mortal enemies or something. She just had to berate or hit him a few times before she
would move on. “Are you out of your mind, Wynnie? Why are you so adamant about defending this useless piece of trash?”
Martha was furious as she glared at Wynn. Pointing a finger at Philip, she told her, “You can ask him! Was he about to tell us he’s
the young master of the Clarke Group?” Wynn turned her head to face Philip and asked, “Is my mother correct?” Initially planning
to come clean, Philip realized the situation was not one where he would be believed. Helplessly, he smiled faintly and shook his
head. “Haha.” Martha hugged a bolster and sighed purposefully. “Some people just have to pretend that they’re some big shot. I
wonder how they have the shame to think that they belong in this family. We’re talking about a young master from Capital City,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtnot someone any piece of trash can pose as. You’re both Clarkes and yet this Young Master Clarke has skills, vigor, and billions
of yuan at his disposal for investment while someone else is a mere delivery boy!” Martha’s anger only seemed to flare the more
she complained. She ended her rant with an intense glower at Philip. “Alright, Mom. Let’s leave it at that and move on.” Wynn
turned to leave after saying so. What on earth was up with her mother, calling her over for such a trivial matter? “Hey, Wynnie.
I’m not done yet, what’s the rush?” Martha began to feel anxious and tried to tug Wynn back. “You should find a time to meet up
with this Young Master Clarke to thank him or something. It’s only right after the investment he has funded your company.” It
would be such a waste not to make this rich young master her son-in-law. This was Martha’s greedy attempt at reeling in the
bigger fish. “You don’t have to worry about that, Mom. I know what should be done in accordance,” Wynn replied.
Martha laughed schemingly and spared Philip one last glance before she pulled Wynn into the
bedroom and closed the doors. Recognizing the telltale signs of her mother’s secretive behavior, Wynn
grew agitated at the knowledge that Martha had another trick up her sleeve. “Is there something you
can’t tell me outside, Mother?” Wynn asked, slightly annoyed. “Tell your mother the truth, Wynnie. Do
you really not plan to get a divorce from Philip Clarke?” Martha asked impatiently as she sat next to
Wynn, tugging her daughter’s wrist. She would just have to step up her efforts to break them apart if
they had no plans to get divorced. Wynn had the rest of her life ahead of her, and Martha was not going
to watch her daughter suffer as she would by staying with Philip. Wynn might not understand now, but
perhaps she would understand when she was older. It was always better to marry someone rich. That
way, she would be guaranteed good food and lavish clothes. She would be free of worries that only
commoners would have.
Wynn’s eyebrows scrunched in distaste as she stood to leave. “Will you stop asking me this again,
Mom? Philip and I are not getting a divorce, not to mention that I’m pregnant with his child. It’s not
going to happen, so stop thinking about it. You’re my mother, for heaven’s sake. Why can’t you think
with my benefit in mind for once?” “Think with your benefit in mind?
What’s there to think about?” Martha was enraged upon hearing the context of Wynn’s words and
prodded her finger at her forehead as she berated,
“You’re just stubborn! What’s so good about Philip Clarke? What can he give you? Forget about the
young master of the Clarke Group, even Joel Harris is better than him. Joel’s family has a private villa
and numerous luxury cars, not to mention great connections with important people all around. Who
better to marry than him? I’m your mother, everything I do is for your own good! Do you think I’m doing
all this for me?” This daughter of hers knew nothing at all! “There’s nothing between Joel and me
anymore, Mom, so stop plotting, please. As for who you’re doing this for, I think you know the answer
better than anyone. You go through all of this just to make yourself look better in the eyes of others,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmeven if it’s at the cost of your own daughter!” Wynn shot up in anger. “Wow! Even if I’m doing all of this
for myself, aren’t you benefiting from it as well? Isn’t Mila? Tell me, how are you going to pay for baby
formula and school fees for both Mila and the child in your tummy? Oh, you think you’re some bad*ss
now that you’re the chairman? What if he cashes out his investment? I’ve done my homework on this, I
know that Beacon’s as good as gone the moment he cashes out. You’ll have a court case to deal with
as well. You’ll end up with a debt of over tens and hundreds of thousands of yuan!” Martha continued
coldly, “What will you do, then? You’ll need another partner, so search now when you still have the
time.” Bang! The bedroom door flew open with a kick from the outside to reveal Philip standing rigidly
as he smirked coldly.
“I would never have expected you to go so low, Martha Yates.” He had heard everything Martha said previously. Philip could be
more forbearing or have the best temper, but there was still no way he would stay silent in the face of a materialistic mother-in-
law who was willing to sell her daughter for a higher status. Martha’s heart shook when Philip kicked the door open. She scolded
him to cover up the guilt in her heart. “You’re getting more and more out of hand, Philip Clarke. First, you kick down the main
entrance. Now, you kick down my bedroom door. What, are you going to kick me next?” “With the things you’ve said, so what if I
kick you next?”
Philip asked with a frosty undertone as he walked toward Martha.