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

just go back to where you came from. We don’t

sorry.” Philip lowered his head. He knew what he had come here to do today, and he did not want to give Wynn any trouble, so he chose to

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

then, the

away as she ran to the door, looking delighted. In a cheery voice, she called out,

door opened, Aiden appeared in a handsome suit with gift bags in his hands. “Hello,

Martha chirped happily as she took the gift bags from Aiden. “Why did you have to bring gifts with you, you’re too

visiting, so it’s the least I can do. My parents send their regards as

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

Aiden to see the latter staring at him proudly. His eyes conveyed the message, ‘Hey trash, your mother-in-law is treating an outsider like me better than she treats

did not make a fuss. He got

already come out of his study as he chatted enthusiastically with Aiden in the living room. Philip

don’t see her.” Aiden scanned the house,

yelled, “Wynnie, we have a guest in the

effort to coax her daughter to sleep. When she saw Aiden sitting in the living room, she

you here?” Wynn’s tone was

viciously at Philip, who was standing in a corner, smoking. She looked evidently crossed. “We don’t allow smoking in the house. If you

Wynn shot him a glare, wanting to drag him out this instant

Martha pushed

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, so why do you have

for 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.

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 painting by Tang Bohu! And this had caused a great uproar within

which painting it was

be doing.” Aiden humbly added, “As for your request to meet with Mr. Clarke, I’ve already told the person in charge.

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’. Aiden was so great at pleasing Charles