Chapter 2052

Aria turned her head, looked at Horace disapprovingly, and said, “And you! Do you want to cause

trouble with him too? Do you know what kind of place the branch family is? If Christian really had the

intention to kill today, who would’ve been able to stop him?”

Horace looked a little sullen and said, “But Aria, I did ask for the grand elder’s token, didn’t I? Besides,

nothing happened.”

“Say it again!” Aria coldly scolded.

Horace was like a schoolboy who had made a mistake. He turned to Philip and accused him, “Why are

you so stubborn? Why couldn’t you hold back a little? You just had to go and cause such a big fuss!

Apologize to your third mother right now!”

Philip felt helpless. He knew that his third mother loved him.

“Third Mother, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong.”

Philip lowered his head and said. Then, he took a step forward, pulled Aria’s delicate arm, and said,

“Third Mother, don’t be angry. I won’t dare to do it again next time.”

With that said, Philip even wanted to make a vow.

Aria snorted and said to the attendant next to her, “Let’s go.”

Aria turned to leave. After walking a few steps, she said without looking back, “Tomorrow, bring your

wife and children to my place for a meal.”

Philip smiled and responded, “Okay, sure.”

Philip breathed a sigh of relief when Aria finally got into the car and left. He rubbed his burning cheek

and grumbled, “Uncle Horace, Third Mother is too hard on me.”

Horace rolled his eyes at him and said, “Do you still dare to say that? I don’t even dare to talk back to

her. Only you can do that. If that little brat Ethan was the one who did something like this, with your

third mother’s temper, she would have skinned him!”

Philip waved his hand and shrugged, his eyes fixing sneakily on the purple-gold token in Horace’s

hand. He said, “Uncle Horace, can you let me play with the grand elder’s token for two days?”

Hearing this, Horace stared at Philip as if he was a thief and said, “What do you want to do? Don’t even

think about it! This is the grand elder’s token. I have to send it back later.”

Philip raised his eyebrows and said, “Boring.”

Horace rolled his eyes at him and said, “You’ve just returned, so take a break today. Tomorrow

morning, I’ll get someone to pick you, Wynnie, and your kids up. You need to visit the grand elder and

pay him your respects.”

“You’ve been away for seven years! Don’t you know that the grand elder loves to talk about you, the

little monkey?”

Philip replied, “I know.”

***

Nightfall. Philip was in his residence.

Inside a huge bedroom, Lydia was lying on the bed and wrapped in bandages all over.

Wynn sat on the side, her eyes swollen from crying. She was keeping watch over Lydia.

Philip glanced at Lydia, who was still unconscious on the bed. He said to the doctor who was packing

up the medical equipment, “Dr. Garfield Gates, is she okay?”

The old man with a headful of gray and dressed in white looked like an expert.

“She’s fine. She just needs a few days of rest.”

Philip nodded and said to the servant behind him, “Triple the payment.”

Dr. Gates smiled and said, “Young Master Philip, you think too highly of me. You don’t have to pay me.

This is part of my job.”

With that said, Dr. Gates glanced at Wynn who was guarding by the bedside. He then winked at Philip

and said, “Young Master Philip, let’s talk in private.”

Philip understood, turned sideways respectfully, and said, “Dr. Gates, this way please.”

In the yard, under the starry sky.

Philip’s expression looked very ugly at this moment. With a deep frown, he looked at the doctor and

asked anxiously, “What did you say? Wynnie has a hidden illness? She only has three years left to

live?”