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.

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

where you came from. We don’t

to do today, and he

possibly accept that.” Martha scoffed. She mildly cocked

the doorbell

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

appeared in a handsome suit with gift

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

I can do. My parents send their regards as well,” said Aiden

tea? Such poor sight!” This rubbish

at him proudly. His eyes conveyed the

fuss. He

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

Johnston, where’s Wynn? I don’t see

yelled, “Wynnie, we have a guest in the

a lot of effort to coax her daughter to sleep. When she saw Aiden sitting in

are you here?” Wynn’s

viciously at Philip, who was standing in a corner, smoking. She

let the smoke out. Wynn

this morning, they’re really sweet.” Martha pushed the fruit platter to Aiden like

Martha,” answered Aiden

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

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

how grand it would be when his gallery opened. His old friends have already started to spread the word for him. A lot of aristocrats in Riverdale City have now heard that the ex-section

which painting it was so that

humbly 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 a

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 meet, but