The First Heir

“I don’t know.” Wynn’s eyes reddened, and she hesitated.

Philip squeezed Wynn’s small hand and said, “Wynnie, trust me. No matter what decision you make, I’ll support you. I’ll always be your greatest support.”

Wynn’s tears started falling.

Philip got up and left the bedroom. He walked to the door, turned back to Wynn, and said with a smile, “Have an early rest tonight.”

Then, Philip returned to his bedroom.

These days, he and Wynn slept separately. With certain things acting as a barrier between them, it was not that easy to resolve the issue between them. Many things needed time to fade away.

In the middle of the night, both of them lay on their beds. Neither could fall asleep as both were lost in their thoughts. The two rooms were separated by a wall.

and matter to easily detect Wynn’s situation in the master bedroom next door.

sideways as she kept thinking

door. She walked into the bedroom where Philip was and curled up

sleep

Wynn’s weak voice carried a hint of fatigue. Philip hummed softly, turned around, and pulled Wynn

***

to negotiate with Willy Fadden. Upon reaching the company’s meeting room, Willy and his

Bang!

the table and yelled, “What’s wrong with Madam Johnston? Is this a show of disrespect to Mr. Fadden by making us wait here? She’s already

sat in the chair and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Fadden, Mr. Warren. Madam