The First Heir

Chapter 19

Today was Saturday. Wynn got up very early to start putting on makeup in the bathroom.

Philip came out from the bedroom to coax his daughter, who was making a fuss. “Isn’t it your off-day today? Why did you wake up so early?” Philip was carrying his daughter as he stood at the bathroom door and asked.

Wynn answered without looking at him. “I have to go back to the office today and meet a client in the afternoon.” She then looked at herself, left and right in the mirror. She put on her lipstick, then pursed her lips.

This woman was gorgeous. Even with light makeup, she was still as endearing as a fairy.

Wynn squeezed past Philip, hastily took her bag and put on her high heels. “Oh, right. Go over to the gallery today to help my dad out. Let Lynn look after Mila. I’ve already informed her last night. She will be over at about ten.” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Come back earlier, Mama.” Little Mila was still in Philip’s arms as she waved at Wynn with her adorable and fair little arm. Dimples appeared on her tiny cheeks as she smiled innocently.

Wynn had been rushing about, getting ready to leave. When she heard that gentle word ‘Mama’, she kissed Mila on the cheeks before reluctantly leaving.

Before she went, she reminded Philip, “Don’t forget to help my dad out.”

Philip replied, “Got it. Come back soon.”

Standing at the door of their tiny seventy square foot house, Philip watched Wynn leave. Philip lovingly patted Mila’s tiny head then said, “Play with Papa.”

“Okay, Papa! I want to ride a horsie.” Little Mila waved happily.

This little house was Philip and Wynn’s nest. The renovations were simple because they did not have a lot of money back then. Philip had taken the money to start a business. Although the business failed, they still had a house, a home. But this home was now in danger of being torn apart.

After staying with Mila for about two hours, the doorbell rang. The door opened to reveal Lynn standing there haughtily in thick makeup. She shoved Philip aside as she went in. The girl was wearing extremely short leather pants and a black lace top.

Isn’t this a little too much? Do young girls dress this sexy nowadays?

Without waiting for Philip to speak, Lynn had already gone inside and plopped down on the sofa. She first glared at Mila, who was playing with her toys at one side, then she glared resentfully at Philip. “I’ll only stay for two hours. I’ve made plans with my classmates for the afternoon.”

Philip smiled sheepishly and took out the snacks he had prepared like he was coaxing his great grandmother. “I’ll be back really soon.” Philip then walked over to Mila, who looked a little scared. He squatted down to pat her head and smiled. “Mila, Papa is going out. You stay with Aunty and be a good girl, okay?”

Little Mila nodded, catching a quick glimpse at Lynn, who was watching TV while eating chips. The little girl then took tiny steps to hand the toy in her hand to Lynn, saying in a babyish voice, “Aunty, this is for you to play.”

Lynn shot her a scornful glare without taking the toy then said coldly, “Play by yourself.”

A little while later, Philip went out. Only Lynn and Mila were left inside the house. The two girls, one an adult, the other a child, did not connect in any way. Lynn kept complaining to her boyfriend about having to take care of a brat through a video call. When Mila ran around the house, Lynn would yell at her. When Mila wanted a drink of water, Lynn had Mila get it herself. When Mila broke the glass, Lynn

got up and kicked her, yelling, “Little b*tch! Your dad’s trash, and so are you! You can’t even get a glass of water!”

Mila started crying out of grievance. When Lynn saw her cry, she got more agitated. She went over and slapped Mila a few times on her tiny face, scolding viciously, “If you keep crying, I’ll sell you off! B*tch!”

Mila pursed her lips. Her aggrieved eyes were filled with tears while her tiny cheeks were swelling red. She mumbled, “Papa, I want Papa.”

Lynn was tired of listening to her and locked Mila alone inside her room.

Poor Mila patted the door and cried, “I want Papa, I want Mama… wuuuu…” After half an hour of crying, little Mila was tired and fell asleep on the bed.

Lynn was enjoying herself with her video call in the living room. “I don’t think I can make it today. There is an annoying little bastard that needs taking care of.”

“You can’t. We’re all waiting for you here. Bring the brat over. It’ll be fine.” On the other end of the screen was Jacob in a karaoke room.

“Alright, I’ll be there soon.” Lynn happily ended the video call. She opened the bedroom door and barbarically woke Mila up. Staring down at the little girl with narrowed eyes, Lynn said, “B*tch, you’re coming with me outside to play. But I’m warning you, if you make a fuss, I’ll sell you off!”

Little Mila meekly n