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.

still went into the

don’t. You can just go back to where you came from. We don’t welcome you here,” Martha said without reserve, not showing Philip

here to do today, and he did not want to

can’t possibly accept that.” Martha scoffed. She

the

a glare before rudely pushing him away as she ran to the door, looking delighted.

suit with gift bags in

gift bags

so it’s the least I can do. My parents send

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 son-in-law should take a look

him proudly. His eyes conveyed the message, ‘Hey trash, your mother-in-law is

make a fuss. He

with Aiden in the living room. Philip instead was

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

have

coax her daughter to

here?” Wynn’s tone

home trash instead?” Martha came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruits as she glared viciously at Philip,

sorry.” Philip immediately stubbed out the cigarette and opened the windows to let the smoke out. Wynn shot him a glare, wanting to drag him out this instant in case he

bought these fruits this morning, they’re really sweet.” Martha pushed the fruit platter to Aiden like she was trying to

you, Aunt Martha,”

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

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

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 painting by Tang

painting it was so that they could shock the

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 has not been set yet. You should

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’. Aiden was so great at pleasing Charles that the latter just kept holding him in higher regard and