The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 120

Wynn’s eyes widened. They had been married for so long, but even now she did not know about Philip’s past. His parents did not even congratulate them in person at their wedding. Wynn had asked him many times before this, but he had glossed over the question every time. After a long time, Wynn began to assume that Philip was an orphan who did not want to relive his painful past, so she stopped asking. However, the way Philip held himself today, his methods or rather his attitude, all of it was vastly different from the mild-mannered wimp he had always been before. He had changed. All of a sudden, she could not quite recognize him anymore. Even so, Wynn could tell that his love for her was sincere. “Are you finally willing to tell me?”

Wynn asked uncertainly. Philip nodded and looked up at the deep sky.

a huge fight with my parents and ran away from home.” “You ran away from home?” Wynn blinked. She clearly never expected that to be Philip’s explanation. Even if he ran away from home, would he go as far as to not go home for years, not even for a visit? Would his parents not look for him? If that was the case, that must mean his parents were

a marriage for me. I suppose it was for their business benefits. I had never even

and there. He would take it slow. Starting from now, he could gradually begin to tell her the whole truth about his background. Wynn listened carefully, building a vague image of Philip’s family in her mind. It was conservative and even arranged a marriage for him. No wonder he ran away from home. “So your parents… I mean, our parents never came to look for you?” Wynn asked. If she remembered correctly, it had been seven years since Philip came to Riverdale. He had not left the city at all the past seven years. Had his parents never come to visit him? “They did look for me, but our negotiations failed.

lost his temper and disowned me,” Philip said calmly. They disowned him?! Shocked, Wynn covered her little mouth with her hand. She stared at him with wide eyes, her heart aching for him. “Philip, if you ask me, they’re still your parents, after all. You should think of a way to sit with them and talk it over. It’s been seven years, after all. You’re father and son, so you should be able to talk it out,” Wynn took Philip’s hand and tried to advise him after some thought. Philip heaved a sigh of relief, curling around his finger a lock of Wynn’s hair that had fallen across her forehead. “Alright, if you say so.

she lowered her head and