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,

I really don’t. You can just go back to where you came from. We don’t welcome you

he had come here to do today, and he did not want to give Wynn any trouble, so he

I can’t possibly accept that.” Martha scoffed. She mildly cocked

the

shot Philip a glare before rudely pushing him away as she ran to the door, looking delighted. In a cheery voice, she called

Aiden appeared in a handsome suit with gift bags in

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

I can do. My

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

proudly. His eyes conveyed the message, ‘Hey trash,

He got up to prepare

with Aiden in the living room. Philip instead was standing in a

I don’t see her.” Aiden scanned

“Wynnie, we have a guest in

opened. Wynn had spent a lot of effort to coax her daughter to sleep. When she saw Aiden sitting

are you here?” Wynn’s tone was

instead?” Martha came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruits as she glared viciously at Philip, who was standing in

opened the windows to let the smoke out. Wynn shot him a glare, wanting to drag him

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

you, Aunt Martha,”

felt uncomfortable when he saw this scene. When Mila was here, there wasn’t a piece of fruit in sight. She’s still

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

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

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

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

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 the time has not been set yet’.