The First Heir

Philip gently pulled Wynn into his arms and said seriously, “Wynnie, don’t worry. I’m here. I’ll never let anyone do anything to hurt you, Mila, or Nelson.”

Wynn hugged Philip’s sturdy back from behind, raised her head with a happy smile, and said, “Yeah, I believe you.”

On the side, Mila sat on the sofa with her legs stretched out and snickered softly as she said, “Tee-hee, Dad and Mom are hugging. I want Dad to hug me too.”

Philip let go of Wynn, turned around, and picked up Mila from the sofa with outstretched hands. He scratched her little nose and said, “You little imp.”

Half an hour later, Philip walked out with Wynn and Mila, while the servants pushed Nelson’s incubator. Under the escort of the heavily armed Shadow Guards, they left the residence and headed for that white castle in the center of the entire Arcadia Island. Where that white castle was located, there was a huge and magnificent memorial hall shared by the main and branch Clarke families.

Any major event of the Clarke family would be carried out here. Today’s ancestor commemoration ceremony was no exception.

branch families set out from their residences and went up the mountain to the

the roads, bowed their heads, and quietly waited

main and branch families was gathered in the small

this place under total lockdown. They were armed with guns and stood in

also divided into camps of the main

stood on the left. The ones standing at the forefront were naturally the heads

left side

solemn eyes and nonchalant faces. At the forefront of the main family were Tim, Horace, and a

branch family muttered, “Hey, why hasn’t the eldest young master of the main family