The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 121

All the wrongs and pressure she had suffered these past few days made her collapse in an instant. It was all so much for her that she hammered his chest with her little fists, berating him softly, “It’s all your fault. Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I went begging and pleading everywhere. Don’t you know I never begged anyone for anything before? Sob…” Wynn cried her heart out.

Philip hugged her even more tightly. “Sorry, Wynn, it was my fault. I promised you that I would give you and Mila a bright future. Please believe me.” More than five minutes passed like that before Wynn’s emotions finally settled down. After that, she asked Philip worriedly, her eyes red,

said, “Actually, I have a card. It probably has a couple million in there. I never took it out before because I didn’t want to scare you. You don’t have to worry about anything now, I’ll handle everything.” Wynn nodded forcefully and did not ask anymore. She knew that there had to be a reason why Philip kept all this from her for so many years, only to tell her so much today. Philip was quite stubborn and had his ego. She had known that since she first met him. Over the past three years, he went from a proud, stubborn man to someone who was willing to toil and take insults. He had been tolerating so much for so long, so he must be exhausted and covered with scars. To be

the floor, looking at Wynn’s

not know this, but your husband’s family is more than a little richer than the Grants.’ No one in the world, not a single family anywhere was wealthier than Philip. Whatever, he would just have to take it one step at a time. The next morning, in the washroom, Philip looked at Wynn and asked somewhat worriedly, “Do you want

now? Alright, come with me to the Municipal Civil Administration Bureau so we can get things done.” Martha’s face was frosty. She gave Philip and Mila, who he was holding, a vicious glare, muttering, “You brought that little b*stard home again too. Gah, what bad luck.” Martha had been in a bad mood since yesterday, and she had not gotten a wink of sleep last night. All she could think of was how to get Wynn to divorce Philip. Philip heard Martha’s murmur, and his expression turned cold too. In his arms, Mila hugged his neck tightly, her large eyes shining with fear. Wynn pitched in exasperatedly, “What are you doing now, Mom? If you’re just here to ask me to divorce Philip, we