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.

His father-in-law was too cold to his daughter! But he still went into the

to help me. I really don’t. You can just go back to where you came from. We don’t welcome you here,” Martha said

do today, and he did not want

I can’t possibly accept that.” Martha scoffed. She mildly cocked her eyebrows up as she wore

the doorbell

the door,

a handsome suit with

chirped happily as she took the gift bags from Aiden. “Why did you have to bring gifts

it’s the least I can

and barked at him, “Can’t you see there’s a guest? Why aren’t you preparing tea?

His eyes conveyed the message, ‘Hey

not make a fuss. He got up to prepare

as he chatted enthusiastically with Aiden in the living room. Philip instead was

where’s Wynn? I don’t see her.” Aiden scanned the

yelled, “Wynnie, we have a guest in the

bedroom opened. Wynn had spent a lot of effort to coax her daughter

are you here?” Wynn’s tone

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 was standing in a corner, smoking. She looked evidently

to let the smoke out. Wynn shot him a glare, wanting to drag him out this instant in case

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

you, Aunt Martha,” answered Aiden

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

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

as he imagined how grand it would be when his gallery opened. His old friends have already started to spread the word for him. A

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

Johnston. It’s what I should be doing.” Aiden 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

it so tactfully. ‘They could meet, but the time has not been set yet’. Aiden was so great at pleasing Charles that