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.

too cold to his daughter! But he still went into the kitchen to help,

just go back to where you came from. We don’t welcome you here,” Martha

sorry.” Philip lowered his head. He knew what he had come here to do today, and he did

that.” Martha scoffed. She mildly cocked her eyebrows up as she wore an

then, the doorbell

a glare before rudely pushing him away as she ran to the door, looking delighted. In a cheery voice, she called out, “Coming, coming!

handsome suit with gift bags in his hands. “Hello,

come on in, quickly,” Martha chirped happily as she took the gift bags from Aiden. “Why did you have to bring gifts

the least I can

turned around to see Philip sitting on the sofa in the living room, she felt annoyed and barked at him, “Can’t you see there’s a guest? Why aren’t you preparing tea? Such poor sight!” This rubbish of a

the latter staring at him proudly. His eyes conveyed the message, ‘Hey trash, your mother-in-law is treating an outsider like me better than she

He got up to prepare the

already come out of his study as he chatted enthusiastically with

where’s Wynn? I don’t see her.”

have a guest

to coax her daughter to sleep. When she saw Aiden

here?” Wynn’s tone was

he be here? Should we be letting you bring home trash instead?” Martha came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruits as she glared viciously at Philip, who

Wynn shot

fruits this morning, they’re really sweet.” Martha pushed the fruit platter

Aunt Martha,” answered Aiden

saw this scene. When Mila was here, there wasn’t a piece of fruit in sight. She’s still your granddaughter no matter what, so why do you have

has started for your gallery. The invitations have been sent out and the gallery will open at ten sharp on Saturday morning.” When Aiden spoke, he shot a cheeky glance at Philip as he gloated. It was clear that he held a higher

the word for him. A lot of aristocrats in Riverdale City have now heard

suspense’s sake, they had refrained from saying which painting it was so that

added, “As for your request to meet with Mr. Clarke, I’ve already told the person in charge. You can meet him, but the time has not been set yet. You should know that

said it so tactfully. ‘They could