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.

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

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

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

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

the doorbell

him away as she ran to the

opened, Aiden appeared in a handsome suit

in, quickly,” Martha chirped happily as she took the gift bags

can do.

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

conveyed the message, ‘Hey trash, your mother-in-law is treating an outsider like me better

not make a fuss. He

chatted enthusiastically with Aiden in the living room. Philip instead was standing in a corner,

don’t see her.” Aiden scanned the

yelled, “Wynnie, we have

to coax her

here?” Wynn’s tone

with a plate of fruits as she glared viciously at Philip, who was standing in a corner, smoking. She looked evidently crossed.

sorry.” Philip immediately stubbed out the cigarette and opened the windows to let the smoke out. Wynn shot him

sweet.” Martha pushed the fruit platter to Aiden like she

Martha,” answered

was here, there wasn’t a piece of fruit in sight. She’s

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.

so much, Addy.” Charles looked delighted as he imagined how grand it would be when his gallery opened. His old friends have already started to spread the word for him. A lot of aristocrats in Riverdale City have now

refrained from saying which painting it was so that they could shock the

told the person

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