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 kitchen to help, although he ended up

me. I really don’t. You can just go back to where you came from. We don’t welcome you here,” Martha said

head. He knew what he had come here to do today, and he

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

the

a glare before rudely pushing him away as she ran to the door, looking delighted. In a cheery voice, she called out, “Coming, coming!

suit with gift bags in his hands. “Hello,

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

the least I can

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 at Aiden. The man had brought gifts while he came empty-handed and had even brought over extra baggage! How

looked at Aiden to see the latter staring at him proudly. His eyes conveyed the message, ‘Hey trash, your mother-in-law

He got

already come out of his study as he chatted enthusiastically with Aiden in the

don’t see her.” Aiden

“Wynnie, we have a guest

of effort to coax her daughter to sleep. When she saw

are you here?” Wynn’s

be here? Should we 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

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

you, Aunt Martha,” answered

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

at ten sharp on Saturday morning.” When Aiden spoke, he shot a cheeky glance at Philip as he gloated. It was clear that he held a

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

from saying which painting it was

your request to meet with Mr. Clarke, I’ve already told the person in charge.

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