The First Heir

Cynthia walked up the spiral staircase from the first floor and saw the content broadcasted on TV. She looked at Philip, who was with the grandmaster, and asked, “Philip, do you plan to go back?”

Philip stared intently at the TV screen and said after a moment of silence, “Since Silva chose to do this, he’s certain that I’ll go back because of this news.”

Hearing this, Cynthia frowned and said, “But I’m worried about you. What if Uncle Silva does something to you?”

Philip glanced sideways at the worried Cynthia and said, “He won’t. The Larson family isn’t bold enough to go against the Clarke family yet.”

After that, he looked sideways at the old man who was dozing off. He said, “I need you to take care of Grandpa for a few days. When I’m not around, don’t get off the ship.”

Cynthia knew that she could not persuade Philip. She suddenly ran over, hugged Philip, and cried softly, “Philip, you must come back safely!”

was startled and he froze, a little at a

niece, since you worry so much about your uncle, of course, I’ll return

forehead. He understood Cynthia’s feelings for him, but he only had Wynn in his heart. Besides, his relationship with Cynthia was

nightgown. She enjoyed the sea breeze while looking at the vast sea

this moment, a middle-aged man’s voice came from

wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned around, and said,

sighed helplessly. He said, “Cynthia, you’re my daughter. I know what you’re thinking. It’s impossible between you

lonelier as she said with reddened eyes, “I know. I just can’t move

can’t. You and he are people from

tears, fell into Hogan’s arms, and said, “Dad, I like him. I know it won’t work out between us, but I still like him.