Chapter 121
The First Heir
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, âItâs all
your fault. Why didnât you tell me earlier? I went begging and pleading everywhere. Donât you know I
never begged anyone for anything before? Sobâ¦â
Wynn cried her heart out. Philip hugged her even more tightly. âSorry, Wynn, it was my fault. I promised
you that I would give you and Mila a bright future. Please believe me.â
More than five minutes passed like that before Wynnâs emotions finally settled down.
After that, she asked Philip worriedly, her eyes red, âSince you got into such a huge fight with your
parents, do you still have enough money to pay for Milaâs surgery?â
Philip was a little awkward and sheepish as he said, âActually, I have a card. It probably has a couple
million in there. I never took it out before because I didnât want to scare you. You donât have to worry
about anything now, Iâll handle everything.â
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 honest, Wynn was quite nervous to find out so much all at once.
She could not be certain about anything, but she was willing to believe Philip.
At least now she knew that he was not a good-for-nothing, after all.
Tonight, Philip had told a lie, a little half-lie.
He lay on the floor, looking at Wynnâs slender back and Milaâs adorable face as they slept on the bed.
Philipâs heart was still in turmoil. How was he supposed to keep up this lie now? What a pain.
âWynn, you might not know this, but your husbandâs family is more than a little richer than the Grants.â
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, âDo you
want to go back to the hospital today? Youâve barely been hospitalized for a couple days.â
Wynn smiled calmly and said, âItâs alright. Why waste all that money? Hurry up and feed Mila her food.
My parents want us to go back for a visit today. They probably need to see us for something.â
Philip did not say anything more. He had already contacted Henry Turner to handle Milaâs
hospitalization that afternoon.
When they arrived at his in-lawsâ place, Philip could sense that the atmosphere in the home was heavy
from the moment he stepped through the door.
Martha and Charles were sitting on the couch, the household register booklet resting on the coffee
table.
Both of them had hard expressions on their faces.
âOh, youâre back now? Alright, come with me to the Municipal Civil Administration Bureau so we can
get things done.â Marthaâs face was frosty. She gave Philip and Mila, who he was holding, a vicious
glare, muttering, âYou brought that little b*stard home again too. Gah, what bad luck.â
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 Marthaâs 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, âWhat are you doing now, Mom? If youâre just here to ask me to divorce
Philip, we can leave right now.â
With that, Wynn put her shoes back on and prepared to leave.
She knew exactly what her mother was like. Martha could not go a day without drama.
Martha instantly grew livid at those words. She roared, âWynn Johnston, if you dare to walk out of this
door today, you can forget about calling me your mother! Our household register is right here. If you
donât get that divorce, Iâll cross you off our register! Your father and I will disown you!â
Martha was furious. Why was her daughter such a fool?
Did she really want to spend the rest of her life with this worthless wretch?
Wynnâs temper was running very high too. Why did her mother insist on being so unreasonable?
She gave Philip a complicated look. She had been trying to believe Philip since he told her all that last
night.
âMom, why are you so against Philip? Is it because heâs poor?â Wynn asked.
Martha was so angry that her face was flushed red. Pointing a finger at him, she swore, âThatâs right! If
he was rich, Iâd treat him better than if he was my own son. Unfortunately, heâs a good-for-nothing piece
of trash! Didnât you see how your Aunt Paula looked at us yesterday? Donât you know how humiliated I
am?
âWynn, youâre not a little girl anymore. Canât you listen to your father and me? We didnât manage to
persuade you, and thatâs why you ended up marrying this piece of scum. But today, we wonât stop until
you get a divorce.â
As Martha said that, she gave Charles a harsh glare.
Charles did not actually want to get involved in this, but he added a few helpless words, âWynn, hurry
up and get it done. Donât anger your mother anymore. If you get that divorce, Iâll give you five hundred
thousand for Milaâs surgery.â
Just then, Philip stood up and told Martha calmly, âMom, Dad, we wonât get a divorce. We donât need
your five hundred thousand, either. I can afford Milaâs surgery fee.â