Chapter 608

Wynn stepped on the lawn with her hands behind her back. She looked very fresh and attractive.

When the sun shone on her through the mottled leaves, she looked as if she was covered with a layer

of gold. It was a stunning sight to see.

“Wynnie.”

Philip walked over with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Wynn turned around smilingly and asked, “Are you done?”

Philip nodded and reached out to remove a small leaf from Wynn’s hair. The latter asked hesitantly, “By

the way, Phil, what does Uncle Tim do? His appearance is so…”

Wynn pointed to the rows of armed men over there, her big eyes filled with suspicions.

Philip considered before saying, “Those belong to my family.”

Wynn’s eyes widened at those words. She stared at Philip incredulously, then pointed at the armed

men over there before asking again, “You, what did you say? Those belong to your family?”

How could that be?

What did that mean?

Those men were all armed with ammunition!

They belonged to her husband’s family?!

Bodyguards?

“Yes, they’re the family’s bodyguards. Or rather, they’re Uncle Tim’s subordinates.”

Philip nodded and did not hide anything.

Revealing a bit of Tim’s identity could be a foundation before he brought Wynn home. This could help

avoid her being too surprised later.

This way, when he took action under certain circumstances, Wynn could also accept it better.

“Uh, really… They really belong to your family?”

Wynn was shocked. She covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide while her face was full of disbelief.

Her husband seemed to be more mysterious now.

What exactly did his family do to employ the security of armed personnel?

It was… Simply too terrifying.

“Phil, is it really you? Are you my husband?”

Wynn touched Philip’s cheek with her hand. She looked very restless, mainly because she was really

scared.

Philip grabbed her hand, smiled, and said, “Of course it’s me, silly. Let’s go home.”

Wynn nodded blankly, followed Philip into the car, left Cirrus Manor, and returned to their home.

Even when she returned to the villa, Wynn was still in a daze. It was difficult to digest what she had

seen and heard today.

What on earth was her husband hiding?

Also, was Philip’s family so powerful?

They had armed bodyguards! Goodness gracious!

Wynn almost could not accept it.

Philip parked the car and walked into the villa with Wynn only to see seven or eight middle-aged

women sitting in the living room of his home. They were fawning over Martha.

Anne Foster served tea and was serving them an assortment of nuts and seeds while clearing the

garbage that the women threw out.

Seeing Philip’s return, Martha immediately pointed at him and instructed, “Why are you standing

around in a daze? Pour us some tea. There’s no more nuts and seeds. Go and buy some.”

When she said this, Martha held her chest and head up high, but she still felt a little apprehensive.

She had no choice. She had already bragged in front of the old friends that she was the master of this

house.

When it came to Philip, she had belittled him with a lot of unpleasant words.

Therefore, Martha was doing this now to prove herself.

However, she was also uneasy. She was worried that Philip would expose her.

The group of old ladies eating nuts and seeds glanced at Philip who was standing at the door. They

laughed tauntingly. “Martha, is this your son-in-law who lives off your family? He’s really a good-for-

nothing indeed.”

“Hey, Philip, is it? Why are you still standing there? Go out now!”

“That’s right. What are you doing there, you useless piece of trash?! Didn’t you hear Martha telling you

to buy us more nuts?”

Instantly, four or five middle-aged women yelled at Philip one after another.

Philip frowned and glanced at Martha who had an unnatural expression on her face. Wynn, who was

standing beside him, pulled his arm and whispered, “Phil, don’t argue with them. I’ll come with you.”

Philip thought for a while, sighed, turned around, and went out with Wynn.

On this side, Martha’s anxiety also relaxed.

“He’s really a good-for-nothing. Martha, this son-in-law of yours is no good.”

A fat woman dressed in checkered clothes taunted at this moment. She had on heavy makeup on her

big round face and a lot of pockmarks.

“Yes, that Philip is too useless, not masculine at all. He can’t even compare to my son-in-law.”

“Oh, Martha, I think you should get your daughter to divorce him quickly. I can already tell he’s no good

at once glance. Exactly like a lazy loafer.”

When Martha saw that Philip had left, she also mocked. “Haha, just watch and see. I’ll get rid of him

sooner or later.”

Just as the old ladies were chattering away, little Mila tottered down from the second floor with sleepy

eyes.

“Anne… Anne…”

As she called out in her childish voice, Mila noticed a lot of people sitting in the living room.

Adorable Mila, unknowing of the situation, walked up to Martha and asked, “Grandma, where’s Anne?”

Martha pushed Mila away unhappily and said impatiently, “Go find her yourself.”

Mila’s mouth crumbled. She glanced at the food on the coffee table and stretched out her hand to take

some, but Martha slapped her hand away.

“Are you worthy of eating anything? You’re just like your useless father, living off other people.”

Martha grabbed Mila by the shoulders and scolded angrily.

“Ouch… Waa!”

Mila was scared and cried. Her face was full of tears as she struggled to shout, “Dad, Mom… Waa…

Anne…”

Coincidentally, this scene was witnessed by Philip and Wynn who were by the door carrying food.

“Martha Yates!”

A furious roar resounded throughout the hall!