The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 261

"There should be a billion bucks in that card," Philip said mildly, raising his brow as he wore a confident smile. Wynn paused and

stared at Phillip suspiciously, her heart pounding in her chest. After that, though, she rolled her eyes at him again and pinched his

waist, berating him, "You're pulling my leg again, aren't you? If you really have a billion, I'll have to serve you for the rest of my

life." Philip grinned at that and put his arm around Wynn's slender neck. "You said it, not me. Come on, let's make that an official

contract." Wynn batted his arm away and scolded him with a laugh,

"Alright, alright. So you insist you have a billion? Sheesh, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But you're not

handwaving this off today. I demand an explanation once we get back." Wynn raised her brows and rolled her eyes at him. She

did not believe that he really was a billionaire.

To her, it was just Philip's idea of a joke. Even if he did tell her that his family ran Northern Sky West

Restaurant, he probably was not wealthy to that extent. Besides, he ran away from home, right? There

was no way he would have that much money. That was why Wynn did not take his words to heart.

Nevertheless, she happily put the card away. The card was Philip's contribution to the family. She had

to take good care of it. Philip shrugged.

He told the truth sometimes, so why did no one believe him? A few days passed without event. Over

those days, Philip constantly stayed by Mila's side in the hospital. Wynn was busy with work at the

company, doubly so now that they had the deal with the Turner's Hospital branch to handle. As for

Martha, she had been surprisingly quiet for those few days. Sometimes she would just randomly call

Philip and try to convince him to visit the Johnstons. Of course Philip knew what Martha was up to. She

had probably been baited by the little amount of money he had shown her that day at the sales office.

That woman truly only had eyes for money. Martha had spent the past few days at home, looking

through all the manors and villas on sale in Riverdale. She had the money now, so they were already

putting the old house on the market. She could get more than seven million for it, and then she had

Philip's four million and Manson's two million. Martha could buy a villa now, so naturally she was over

the moon. In fact, she would have plenty of change to spare too. Once she started having more money,

however, Martha naturally began to have other ideas. "Hey, Charles, I bet Philip is hiding plenty more

money from us. Think about how he so casually dropped three million that day, and he hasn't even

asked me for the money back until now. Don't you think that's weird?" Martha was self-aware enough

to know that if Philip really wanted the three million back, she would not be able to hide it from him.

However, she had waited for a few days and Philip had not sought her out at all. As a result, she grew

bolder. Charles sat on the couch, reading a newspaper. He said, "I mean, considering your temper, of

course he wouldn't dare to ask you for the money back. I don't mean to insult you or anything, but the

money is still Philip's, so you should return it to him. If you don't want to give it back, then you'd better

treat him better from now on. Don't always throw tantrums at him. After all, he is your son-in-law."

Charles shook his head helplessly. He knew what his wife was like.

Since she managed to get her hands on that three million, no one was ever going to get it back from

her. Philip probably knew that too. That was why he could not be bothered to ask. Martha did not like

what she heard, and she immediately snapped back. "Hey, Charles, since when have you taken that

good-for-nothing's side? All he did was give you a painting, do you have to change so much? Kissing

up to him now, huh? If he's really all that, then he should buy me a villa of his own accord instead of

asking me to come up with a plan." Martha was annoyed now, and she began acting up again.

Charles sighed and said, "You're being unreasonable. Whatever, I'm going to play chess with Reggie.

You just keep on playing with your little calculator. Seriously, what if Philip divorces Wynn one day and

asks you for the money? What will you do then?" With that, Charles walked out of the door. His words

served as a wake-up call to Martha. He was right. The money was Philip's, so what if he divorced

Wynn and asked for the money back? Was the money part of their shared finances or his personal

assets?

No, she had to make sure. Martha immediately gave Wynn a call. "Hey, Wynn, I want to ask you

something." Martha sat cross-legged on the couch.

"What is it, Mom? I'm at work." Wynn sounded somewhat tired over the phone. Martha thought it over and asked, "Wynnie, do

you know how much Philip has in savings?" There was a silence on the other end, followed by Wynn's suspicious question. "Why

are you asking about that, Mom? Do you want to ask him for money again?" Martha said viciously, "Are you an idiot, or what?

Would you even know if he was hiding money from you and keeping a mistress out there? He's your husband, which means you

need to have a firm hold on his finances. Once you go home, ask him properly if he still has any more money stashed away.

Make sure you know if he earned the money before or after you got married. If it's after, that means the money is evenly split

between the two of you. In other words, you won't lose out if you get a divorce since you'll get to keep half of it." Martha ranted on

and on, growing more enthusiastic as she went. Back when Philip and Wynn first got married, not a single member of his family

attended the wedding.

Could he really be the son of a wealthy family? Did he hide away the money from before they got married? On the other end,

Wynn was absolutely flabbergasted by what she was hearing. She hurriedly said, “Alright, alright, Mom. I hear you. I’ll ask him

when I get home, alright? If there isn’t anything else, I’ll hang up now. Work is really busy these days.” Smack.

Without waiting for a response from Martha, Wynn ended the call and tossed her phone onto the table, sighing helplessly. Why

was her mother always like that? As her mind wandered, she pulled the card Philip had given her a few days ago out of her

wallet. She held it in her hand and looked it over a few times. Only she knew what she was thinking to herself. Did this card really

contain money?