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

be certain about anything,

she knew that he was

had told a lie, a

bed.

your husband’s family is more than a little richer than

one in the world, not a single family anywhere was wealthier than

just have to take it one

morning, in the washroom, Philip looked at Wynn and asked somewhat worriedly, “Do you want to go back to the

waste all that money? Hurry up and feed Mila her food.

already contacted Henry Turner to handle Mila’s hospitalization

atmosphere in the home was heavy from the moment he

were sitting on the couch, the household register booklet

them had hard

we can get things done.” Martha’s face was frosty. She gave Philip and Mila, who he was holding, a vicious glare, muttering, “You brought that little b*stard home again too. Gah,

mood since yesterday, and she had not gotten a wink of sleep last night. All she could think of was how to get Wynn to

cold too. In his arms, Mila hugged his

you’re just here to ask me to

Wynn put her shoes back on and prepared

knew exactly what her mother was like.