The First Heir

Philip pondered before saying, “I won’t meet him for now. Let’s talk about it in the future.”

Anna replied, “Understood, Mr. Clarke.”

After the call ended, Philip sat in the corridor and slept the night away.

The next day, early in the morning, Wynn said to him coldly, “I’m taking Mila home in the afternoon, will you be coming with me?”

Philip nodded and gave her a bitter smile. “I’ll go and apologize to Father.”

Wynn’s heart skipped a beat when she heard him, but her expression remained indifferent, only nodding without saying anything.

In the afternoon, Philip and Wynn brought Mila to the Johnston family home. The atmosphere in the house was cold as soon as they entered.

“Dad, I’m home.” Wynn feigned composure.

No one came out to greet them. Charles was sitting on the sofa wearing reading glasses as he read the paper while Martha was busy in the kitchen.

Philip put Mila down, and the little girl immediately hid behind her father’s leg, hugging Philip’s leg tightly. She looked up with her big innocent eyes and mumbled in a small voice, “Daddy, do Grandpa and Grandma dislike me?”

Philip squatted down and lovingly caressed Mila’s tiny head. He shook his head and smiled gently at her. “That’s not true. Hurry on inside and greet Grandpa and Grandma.”

Little Mila’s big eyes were shining like obsidian gems. She carefully albeit fearfully glanced at Charles, who was reading his paper before moving her tiny feet to run to him, calling out in a crisp voice, “Grandpa, Mila is here.”

Charles then put down his paper, stood up, walked away from his sofa, and entered the study without giving her so much as a glance.

Bam! The door of the study closed shut. That sound crushed down heavily on both Philip and Wynn’s heart.

Wynn looked at Mila, who was pursing her lips, about to cry and quickly ran over to carry her daughter up. She brought her into her bedroom.

slightly, feeling irked. His father-in-law was too cold to his daughter! But he still went into the kitchen to help, although he ended up being scorned by

to where you came from. We don’t welcome you here,” Martha said without reserve, not showing

to do today, and

accept that.” Martha scoffed. She mildly cocked her eyebrows up

the doorbell

to the door, looking delighted.

opened, Aiden appeared in a handsome suit with gift bags in

bags from Aiden. “Why did

time visiting, so it’s the least I can do. My parents send their regards as well,” said Aiden

you preparing tea? Such poor sight!” This rubbish of a son-in-law should take a look at Aiden. The man

to see the latter staring at him proudly. His eyes conveyed the message, ‘Hey trash,

He

Charles had already come out of his study as he chatted enthusiastically with Aiden in the living room. Philip instead was

see her.” Aiden scanned the

“Wynnie, we have a guest in the

coax her daughter to sleep. When she saw Aiden sitting in the living

you here?”

with a plate of fruits as she glared viciously at Philip, who was standing in a corner, smoking.

the cigarette and opened the windows to let the smoke out. Wynn

I just bought these fruits this morning, they’re really sweet.” Martha pushed

you, Aunt Martha,”

Mila was here, there wasn’t a piece of fruit in sight. She’s still your granddaughter no matter what,

at ten sharp on Saturday morning.” When Aiden spoke, he shot a cheeky glance

to spread the word for him. A lot of aristocrats in Riverdale City have now heard that the ex-section chief of land development planning

had refrained from saying which painting it was so that they could shock the guests

request to meet with Mr. Clarke, I’ve already told the person in charge. You can

How shameless! Philip cussed internally. Since when did he say he would meet them? This was blatantly a lie to win favors, and he had said it so tactfully. ‘They could