The First Heir

At this moment, a tiny figure was rubbing her sleepy eyes. She was wearing a cute pair of pink pajamas and standing at the bedroom door.

“Daddy…”

Mila called out and walked in wearing big pink slippers.

Philip smiled, bent over, and picked Mila up. He hopped her nose and asked, “Why are you awake?”

Mila hid in Philip’s arms in fear and said, “I had a nightmare. I dreamed that Mom left me and went far away.”

While saying that, Mila looked at the sleeping Wynn on the bed and wanted to call out to her.

Philip immediately put a finger to his mouth in a shushing gesture and said, “Mom is asleep. Let me play with you for a while.”

Mila nodded, looking very cute with her hair slightly disheveled.

The father and daughter sat in the living room to play at this moment. While playing, Philip noticed a small object hanging from Mila’s neck. It was a small green bottle carved with patterns and there was a red string on both ends. The bottle was about the size of a little finger.

Philip frowned. He did not buy this for his daughter.

it given

your neck?” Philip put Mila on his knee and looked

to be a container with very complicated

her chubby little hands and said happily, “Dad,

Aunt? Hannah Clarke?

a frown, Philip suddenly thought of the letter that Hannah handed to him before he left the hospital

it the small object in front

smiled and said, “Mila, can you show it

Mila agreed obediently. She took off the small object from

several times under the light. Apart from some complicated patterns on it, nothing seemed

it for a while, Philip still could not figure out what it was. He could only hand it back to Mila

revealing two dimples. She said,

her back to her room and put her to sleep. Before he left

Hannah mean by

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next morning. Outside Philip’s residence, a group of servants and a butler had