Chapter 800

Philip explained no further.

Here, several security guards received the order and rushed into the bedroom immediately. They

quickly moved out all the belongings of Martha and Charles.

At the door, the truck from the relocation company had also arrived. In less than 20 minutes, everything

belonging to Martha and Charles was emptied from the villa.

Martha and Charles stood at the gates of the villa. The latter sighed with emotion and shook his head

helplessly.

Martha was reluctant. She stared at the villa with tears in her eyes and sobbed. “Charles, talk to Philip.

I don’t want to move away from here.”

However, Charles paid her no heed, shook his head, and said, “Let’s go. What else do you want? He’s

already kicked us out. It’s all because of you!”

Martha finally got to live in a villa after much difficulty. She refused to leave so easily.

She wiped her tears, hardened her resolve, and ran in front of Philip. She bent her knees and knelt with

a thud!

She knelt!

Martha Yates really knelt!

“Philip, I was wrong. It’s all my fault. Please don’t drive me away,” Martha bowed her head and

apologized repeatedly.

However, Philip just glanced at her indifferently and said, “You’ve finally realized? Well, it’s too late

now.”

A heartless rejection.

This time, Martha was completely dumbstruck.

Philip was too decisive and refused to give her another chance at all!

She was furious!

Martha clenched her fists as fury overwhelmed her senses. She stood up, pointed at Philip’s nose, and

cursed, “Philip Clarke, you’re too cruel! I’m your mother-in-law. It’s been three years. What did I say

when you stayed and ate at my house? Now that you’re rich, you’ve forgotten everything! F*ck you! I

curse you. I curse that you and your family will suffer horrible deaths! I curse that your son will be born

crippled!”

Martha had totally gone mad, yelling all sorts of abuse.

Philip flew into a rage!

Curse his entire family?

Curse that his son would be born crippled?

Bam!

With a swing of his leg, his big foot kicked Martha on her face with his sneakers, and Martha stumbled

on the ground face first.

Then, he roared furiously. “Martha Yates! What did you say just now? Curse my family? Curse my son?

Isn’t that your grandson too?”

Martha slumped on the ground, her face covered with tears. She was a total mess.

“I don’t care! If I die, you must go to hell too! I want to curse you!”

Martha went crazy.

Philip also exploded with rage. He shouted at the security guards, “Throw her out!”

The guards exchanged glances with each other, but they still walked over to carry Martha and threw

her out of the electronic gates like a dead dog!

Thud!

Martha landed heavily on the ground, sprawled at the door. She was wailing and howling.

Charles saw everything but he could not do anything, so he roared at Martha. “That’s enough! Are you

not done humiliating yourself? Go home at once!”

Martha refused to listen. “I don’t want to go back to the old manor. I want to live in a villa! This is my

villa!”

Smack!

The angry Charles slapped Martha directly and said while trembling, “Martha Yates, I have warned you

many times before, but you refused to listen. You asked for it! You don’t want to go back, right? Fine, I’ll

go back myself!”

Having said that, Charles turned around and went back with the relocation truck.

At the door of the huge villa, Martha was left with a few security guards.

No matter what she did, she could not get in.

Finally, Martha gave up and left with an angry and unwilling face.

However, she left her final words, “Philip Clarke, just wait. Sooner or later, you’ll kneel and beg for my

forgiveness!”

Martha returned to the Old Johnston Manor, sat at home, and wallowed in anger.

She cursed Philip Clarke for treating her this way.

She would never forgive him!

Before long, someone came to the door.

Two bodyguards in black suits rushed in. Martha got a fright and yelled, “You! Who are you? What do

you want?”

Thereafter.

With the clacking of high heels, an elegant figure appeared at the door of Old Johnston Manor.

Giada Wallis.

Her appearance was still so imposing. She was wearing a white long dress while wrapped in a little

cloak. She had on a pair of sunglasses, looking like a cold iceberg.

A wealthy lady.

“Madam… Madam Wallis.”

The moment Martha saw Giada, she cowered and lowered her head.

Giada walked in, glanced around briefly, then said to Martha with a cold face, “I want you to do

something for me. Once it’s done, First Palace is yours.”