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 kitchen to help, although he

help me. I really 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

what he had come here to do today, and he did

She mildly cocked her eyebrows up as she wore an

then, the

the door, looking

handsome suit with

bags from Aiden. “Why did you have to bring gifts

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

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

His eyes conveyed the

fuss. He got

of his study as he chatted enthusiastically with Aiden in the

Johnston, where’s Wynn? I don’t see her.”

we have a guest in

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

here?” Wynn’s tone

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

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

really sweet.” Martha pushed the fruit platter to

Martha,” answered

there wasn’t a piece of fruit in sight. She’s still your

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

word for him. A lot of aristocrats in Riverdale City have now heard that

suspense’s sake, they had refrained from saying which painting it was so that they could shock the guests at

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

meet them? This was blatantly a lie to win favors, and he had said it so tactfully. ‘They