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.

nervous to find out

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

now she knew that he was not a good-for-nothing, after

told a lie, a little

they slept on the bed. Philip’s

but your husband’s family is more than a little richer than

one in the world, not a

he would just have to take it one step at a

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

Why waste all 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 Henry Turner to handle Mila’s

the atmosphere in the home was heavy from

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

had hard expressions on

was frosty. She gave Philip and Mila, who he was holding, a vicious glare, muttering, “You brought that little

yesterday, and she had not gotten a wink of sleep last night. All she could think of was how to get Wynn

cold too. In his arms, Mila hugged his neck tightly, her

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 not go