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.

to find out so

about anything, but she was willing to believe

now she knew that he was not a

Philip had told a lie, a

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

family is more than a little richer than the

one in the world, not a

just have to take it one step

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

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

already

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

Charles were sitting on the couch, the household register

hard expressions

was frosty. She gave Philip

been in a bad 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 divorce

In his arms, Mila hugged

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

Wynn put her shoes back on and

what her mother was like. Martha could