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!”

startled and he froze, a

you worry so much about your uncle,

relief and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He understood Cynthia’s feelings for him, but he only had

stern of the cruise ship alone in a nightgown. She enjoyed the sea breeze while looking at the vast

moment, a middle-aged man’s voice came

her eyes, turned around,

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

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

hand, patted Cynthia’s delicate shoulder, and said, “You have to forget even if you can’t. You and he are people from two different worlds. It’s impossible

him. I know it won’t work out