The First Heir

Wynn’s eyes widened. They had been married for so long, but even now she did not know about Philip’s past. His parents did not even congratulate them in person at their wedding.

Wynn had asked him many times before this, but he had glossed over the question every time.

After a long time, Wynn began to assume that Philip was an orphan who did not want to relive his painful past, so she stopped asking.

However, the way Philip held himself today, his methods or rather his attitude, all of it was vastly different from the mild-mannered wimp he had always been before.

He had changed. All of a sudden, she could not quite recognize him anymore.

Even so, Wynn could tell that his love for her was sincere.

“Are you finally willing to tell me?” Wynn asked uncertainly.

Philip nodded and looked up at the deep sky. Keeping a completely straight face, he said, “Actually, Wynn, my family is quite wealthy. I never told you because I had a huge fight with my parents and ran away from home.”

“You ran away from home?”

Wynn blinked. She clearly never expected that to be Philip’s explanation.

Even if he ran away from home, would he go as far as to not go home for years, not even for a visit? Would his parents not look for him?

that must mean his parents

parents are rather conservative and traditional in their ways. At home, their word is law. I ran away from home because they… arranged a marriage for me. I suppose it was for their business benefits.

her a summary, and he mixed a few lies into his story

not tell her his entire true

was give her a hint

it slow. Starting from now, he could gradually begin

a vague image

for him. No wonder

your parents… I mean, our parents never came to look for you?” Wynn

came to Riverdale. He had not left the city at all the past

never come to

look for me, but our negotiations failed. My father

They disowned him?!

her hand. She stared at him with wide eyes,

you ask me, they’re still your parents, after all. You should think of a way to sit with them and talk it over. It’s been seven years, after

heaved a sigh of relief, curling around his finger a lock of Wynn’s hair that had fallen across her

Wynn nodded, her eyes curving into crescents as

and asked a question, shyly and timidly, “Um, do

while longer, and then I’ll take you and Mila back home for a talk. I think they’ll be quite happy to meet you

“Really?”