The First Heir

Hearing this, Wynn pushed Philip away, looked at him seriously, and asked, “Where are you going?”

Philip ruffled the strands of hair that hung beside Wynn’s ear and said with a laugh, “Don’t worry, I’m just settling some personal matters.”

Wynn mumbled, “You always make me worry. I’m your wife. Why won’t you tell me anything?”

Philip was startled. He also wanted to tell Wynn but there were many things that he could not. Those things would only land Wynn and Mila into greater conspiracy and danger. Bringing Wynn back this time was the result of Philip’s long consideration. Only by bringing her back could he ensure her and Mila’s safety.

Seeing the dilemma on Philip’s face, Wynn wiped her tears and said, “Okay, I won’t force you. I just want to tell you that I’m your wife and I’ll always stand behind you and wait for you. No matter what you do, I’ll support you.”

Philip smiled as he stroked Wynn’s cheek and said, “I know. You should rest now.”

A night passed without words.

up early in the morning to get ready. He first prepared an elaborate and nutritious breakfast in

washed up, sat at the dining table, and glanced at Philip who was sitting across from her. Then, she started to taste Philip’s

Wynn smiled

and said, “Eat more. I’ll take you to

in the room. Finally, she went along with Philip’s suggestion and chose a pure white maternity dress, a brown trench coat, a white sun hat, and soft flat shoes. Although Wynn’s

Philip drove the Mercedes prepared by Victor Bell and went to the

today. This was the charm of money.

entering the hospital, dedicated nurses and doctors

Philip left with Wynn

was full of blissful smiles. When she walked to the parking lot with Philip, she saw a convenience store on