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.

he still went into the kitchen to help, although he ended up

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

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

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

the

she ran to the door, looking delighted.

a handsome suit with gift bags

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

the least I can do. My parents send their regards

aren’t you preparing tea? Such poor sight!”

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

He got up

he chatted enthusiastically with Aiden in the living room. Philip instead

I don’t see her.”

“Wynnie, we have a

her daughter to sleep. When she saw Aiden sitting in the living

here?”

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 standing in a corner, smoking. She looked evidently

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

Martha pushed the fruit platter to Aiden like she was trying to

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 granddaughter no matter what, so why do you have to be such a

decoration work has started 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

already started to spread the word for him. A lot of aristocrats in

refrained from saying which painting it was so

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 know

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