All Chapters of The First Heir: Chapter 2211 - Chapter 2220

Thud, thud! Instantly, the main family’s guards on both sides stood with their guns raised and aimed at the people of the branch family. This action terrified the members of the branch family, and all of them fell silent. They looked in horror at the main family’s guards who stood with guns. That was because the killing intent pouring out of this group of people was too strong! Seeing this, Wade frowned and looked at Tim who had his back turned to him. After a long while, he said, “I just said that in a fit of anger, but Philip is too bold and arrogant. Aren’t you going to discipline him?” Tim was silent for a moment before he turned around, looked at Philip, and said, “Phil, that’s enough. This is a place for ancestral commemoration, after all. Peace and harmony should take precedence.” Philip nodded and withdrew his gaze. He turned around and walked to Wynn, who held Mila in her arms. He said with a smile, “It’s fine, I’m here.” Wynn nodded, but she was actually a littl

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 int

There was an old man with a walking cane whose face was cold and weather-beaten. An imposing man stood next to him like a battle god who supported the sky. The two stood there like relics. They were none other than the patriarch of the Clarke family, Roger Clarke, and the first battle god, Fulton Hash! The moment they saw Roger standing in the memorial hall, all Clarke family members climbed up the steps and knelt on the small square that was about 1,000 square feet in front of the memorial hall. “Greetings to the patriarch.” At this moment, no one dared to act recklessly and everyone knelt on the ground respectfully. They bowed their heads in submission. He was the Clarke family’s patriarch, after all. In a place like the ancestral memorial hall, if anyone dared to act rashly, not to mention Roger but even the grand elder would tear them apart. Roger stood in place and looked at the people kneeling. He said softly, “All rise.” Then, he looked at Philip and beckoned,

Wade got anxious and roared. “Philip, don’t you dare accuse the branch family of such heinous crimes! We have never done such a thing! You're making this up!” How could the branch family admit to this kind of thing?! This was the ancestor commemoration ceremony! Roger Clarke was standing there. The grand elder was also present. If they admitted it, it would be the end of the branch family! However, Philip just glanced at Wade coldly before his gaze returned to Allen. He said solemnly, “Allen, don't forget what you promised me.” At this moment, Allen was kneeling on the ground, and his forehead was covered in a cold sweat. His whole body was shaking. He dared not betray the branch family but he was worried that Philip would kill him, his wife, his children, and his grandchildren. In the past few days, he had been kept under close watch by the guards. He could not even move an inch. He simply dared not walk around freely, let alone do anything even within the boundari

However, Charles stood with his hands behind his back with a proud look on his face. He said coldly, “I’ll never kneel!” After saying that, he turned to Martha and shouted in a manly manner for the first time, “Martha, get up!” Martha’s legs were weak and she did not want to get up at all. She had been tortured enough. Seeing her parents like this, Wynn felt her heart aching and she could not bear it. She put Mila down, rushed over, and pulled Martha up while exclaiming, “Mom, how did you end up like this? Quick, get up.” Martha looked up at Wynn miserably and wailed. “Wynnie, I don’t want to stay here anymore. I want to go home.” Charles stood aside, glanced at Martha, and scolded, “Weakling!” After that, he looked at Wynn with love and affection. He said earnestly, “Wynnie, we have let you down. You should stay here and be the young madam. Even if they beat me to death today, I won't say anything!” Hearing this, Wade shouted coldly, “Charles Johnston, are you senile? Ar