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.

Wynn was quite nervous to find

could not be certain about anything, but she was willing to

he was not a good-for-nothing, after

had told a lie, a little

floor, looking at Wynn’s slender back and Mila’s adorable face as they slept on the bed. Philip’s heart was still in turmoil. How was he supposed to keep up this lie now? What a

might not know this, but your husband’s family is more

world, not a single family anywhere was wealthier than

would just have to take it one

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

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

say anything more. He had already contacted

atmosphere in the home was heavy from the

couch, the household register booklet resting

had hard expressions

can get things done.” Martha’s face was frosty. She gave Philip and Mila, who he was holding, a

wink of sleep last night. All she could think of was how to get Wynn to divorce

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

If you’re just here to

put her shoes

mother was like. Martha could not go a day without