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?

the case, that must mean his

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. I had never even met that girl before, so

did not tell Wynn everything. He just told her a

tell her his entire true history

could do was give her a hint here and

take it slow. Starting from now, he could gradually begin to tell her

vague image of Philip’s family in her

a marriage for him. No wonder he ran away from

mean, our parents never came to look

had been seven years since Philip came to Riverdale. He had not left the city at

parents never

look for me, but our negotiations failed. My father lost

They disowned him?!

stared

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 all. You’re father and son, so you should be able to talk it out,” Wynn

around his finger a lock of Wynn’s hair that had fallen across her forehead. “Alright, if you say so. I’ll contact them if

Wynn nodded, her eyes curving into crescents as she gave him a sweet and

question, shyly and timidly, “Um, do Mom and Dad

smile, “They know. Wait a while longer, and then I’ll take you and

“Really?”