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 all

not be certain about anything, but she was

knew that he

had told a

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

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

the world, not a single family anywhere

just have to take it one step at a

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

up and feed Mila her food. My parents want us to go back for

He had already

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

the couch, the household register booklet

had hard expressions

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

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

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

pitched in exasperatedly, “What are you doing now, Mom? If you’re just here

put her shoes back on and prepared to

her mother was like.