The First Heir

All the wrongs and pressure she had suffered these past few days made her collapse in an instant.

It was all so much for her that she hammered his chest with her little fists, berating him softly, “It’s all your fault. Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I went begging and pleading everywhere. Don’t you know I never begged anyone for anything before? Sob…”

Wynn cried her heart out. Philip hugged her even more tightly. “Sorry, Wynn, it was my fault. I promised you that I would give you and Mila a bright future. Please believe me.”

More than five minutes passed like that before Wynn’s emotions finally settled down.

After that, she asked Philip worriedly, her eyes red, “Since you got into such a huge fight with your parents, do you still have enough money to pay for Mila’s surgery?”

Philip was a little awkward and sheepish as he said, “Actually, I have a card. It probably has a couple million in there. I never took it out before because I didn’t want to scare you. You don’t have to worry about anything now, I’ll handle everything.”

Wynn nodded forcefully and did not ask anymore.

She knew that there had to be a reason why Philip kept all this from her for so many years, only to tell her so much today.

Philip was quite stubborn and had his ego. She had known that since she first met him.

Over the past three years, he went from a proud, stubborn man to someone who was willing to toil and take insults. He had been tolerating so much for so long, so he must be exhausted and covered with scars.

was quite nervous to find out so much

about anything, but she was

least now she knew that he was not

a

face as they slept on the bed. Philip’s heart was still in turmoil. How was he supposed to keep up

not know this, but your husband’s family is more than a little richer than the

not a single

just have to take it one step at

somewhat worriedly, “Do you want to go back

all that money? Hurry up and feed Mila her food. My parents want us to go back for a visit today. They

anything more. He had already contacted Henry Turner to

at his in-laws’ place, Philip could sense that the atmosphere in the home was heavy from the

the couch, the household register booklet resting on

them had hard expressions on

She gave Philip and Mila, who he was holding, a vicious glare, muttering, “You brought that little b*stard home again too.

not gotten a wink of sleep last night. All she could

and his expression turned cold too. In his arms, Mila hugged his neck tightly, her large eyes shining

now, Mom? If you’re just here to ask me to divorce Philip, we

shoes back on and prepared to

her mother was like. Martha could