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

could not be certain about anything, but she

he

had told a lie, a little

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?

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

not a single family anywhere was

would just have to take it one step

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

food. My parents want us to

anything more. He had already

the atmosphere in

Charles were sitting on the couch, the household register booklet resting on the

had hard expressions on

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

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

his arms,

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

Wynn put her shoes back on and prepared to

knew exactly what her mother was like. Martha could not