The First Heir

Philip was taken aback and did not know how to respond.

He said, “Wynnie, please believe me. I’ll tell you someday but not now. I have my own problems.”

Philip really wanted to tell Wynn, but reality did not allow him to do so.

Giada was still in Riverdale, and Philip had not figured out what she had planned yet.

That woman would not let Philip off easily, and the people Philip treasured the most were Wynn and Mila.

Therefore, he did not have a choice.

Wynn scoffed at his words. “Fine, keep your secret then. Mila will be having her surgery tomorrow, so I won’t argue with you today.”

With that said, Wynn turned around with tears in her eyes and left with Mila in her arms.

Philip’s lonely silhouette stayed as he watched Wynn’s back disappear into the distance. Additionally, he saw Mila who was perched on Wynn’s shoulders trying to reach out her arms to him.

‘Wynn, I’ll tell you someday.

‘That day will arrive very soon.

‘When everything has been resolved, I’ll bring you and Mila back to the Clarke family with fanfare!’

On the other side, after Chloe left the restaurant, she returned to her hotel and sat down on the carpet alone. She drunk red wine until she became intoxicated.

With eyes full of tears, she stared at the night scenery of the city and mumbled, “Why, why do you treat me this way? What have I done wrong?”

To Chloe, Philip was her everything.

her everything seemed to belong to

not

of one of the biggest families in the capital city was troubled by the affairs of her

would actually get drunk over a

the hotel suite. Chloe stood up and slowly removed her lacy nightgown, revealing her graceful

one inch away from her heart, there was a hideous

a

had once risked his life

cheeks and

stroked the scar as she murmured with trembling lips, “Philip, have you forgotten? This here, I gouged it for you before.

be explained logically, there would not

what she should do logically, but she

to

by love, and there was no

not being able to obtain

Yates family compound, Bob Yates could be seen sitting on the Grand Preceptor armchair in the inner hall, playing with the jade thumb

It was good stuff.

was worth

a valuable treasure, but the point was,

trash would never be worthy

All of a sudden!

in and shouted in panic, “Old Master,

angrily and yelled, “What are you shouting for? Such

bowed his head. His body was trembling

coldly, still fiddling

in trouble.” The butler looked very worried

Eric Yates was grievously injured. The latter’s limbs were broken and all his teeth were shattered. Eric Yates was now in the hospital and