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.

But he still went into the kitchen to help, although he ended up being scorned

go back to where you came from.

here to do today, and

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

then, the

ran to the door, looking delighted. In

Aiden appeared in a handsome suit with gift

took the gift bags from Aiden. “Why did you have to bring

can do. My parents send their regards

barked at him, “Can’t you see there’s a guest? Why aren’t you preparing tea? Such poor sight!” This rubbish of a son-in-law should take a look at Aiden. The man had brought gifts while he came empty-handed and had even

eyes conveyed the message, ‘Hey trash, your mother-in-law is

not make a fuss. He got up to prepare the

enthusiastically with Aiden in the living

where’s Wynn? I don’t see her.”

have a guest

of effort to coax her daughter to

you here?” Wynn’s tone was

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 crossed. “We don’t allow smoking in the house. If you want to

stubbed out the cigarette and opened the windows to let the smoke out. Wynn shot him

Martha pushed the fruit platter to Aiden like

Martha,” answered

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

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

you so much, Addy.” Charles looked delighted 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 lot of aristocrats in Riverdale City have now heard that the ex-section chief of land development planning had gotten an authentic

which painting it was so that they could shock the guests at the

to meet with Mr. Clarke, I’ve already told the person in charge. You can meet him, but the time has

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