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.

quite nervous to find out so much all at

about anything, but she was

that he was

had told a lie, a little

bed. Philip’s heart was still

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

not a single family anywhere was

to take it one

washroom, Philip looked at Wynn and asked somewhat worriedly, “Do you want to go back to the hospital today? You’ve barely been hospitalized for a couple

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

already

in-laws’ place, Philip could sense that the atmosphere in the

sitting on the couch, the household register booklet resting

of them had hard expressions on their

Municipal Civil Administration Bureau so 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

not gotten a wink of sleep last night. All she could think of was how to get

his expression turned cold too. In his arms, Mila hugged his neck

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

that, Wynn put her shoes back on

mother was like. Martha could not go a