The First Heir

Philip got into the Audi and continued discussing Mila’s condition with Henry. Henry had already researched Mila’s condition for half a month now, and the success rate he could come up with was 80%! That meant a very high chance of complete recovery!

They went to the hospital to take a look at Wynn. She was now safe but still unconscious due to the shock.

Just after Philip left the hospital entrance with Henry, Keagan, and Theo in tow, he received a call from his father-in-law.

Charles was furious as he bellowed, “Philip! Where did you run off to? Where’s the painting I told you to deliver?”

Slap! Philip smacked his forehead then remembered that he had left the house this morning to deliver a painting to Civil Gallery. How could he have forgotten it? Without another thought, Philip quickly said, “Send me to Southville Street.”

Theo immediately went up to open the door of his Benz, inviting Philip in. Henry and Keagan, too, wanted to invite Philip into their own cars, but they were not as quick as Theo.

“Let’s follow them,” said Henry.

Soon, five Audis followed closely behind the Benz as they made their way to the old housing area at Southville Street.

the house because Martha was at home. Philip had the car

hell did you run off to? Were you trying to get me to

on the coffee table then rushed out the door. Behind him, his mother-in-law continued to admonish, “Why did my daughter even marry such a wretched

end of the street. The mouths of Theo, Henry, and Keagan, who had been standing beside their cars, twitched. This mother-in-law was too much. But, why was Mr. Clarke tolerating her when he was so powerful

there’s anything, we’ll talk tomorrow.” Philip looked at Henry and the rest

got in, the

filled with honored guests. Everything was going well except for the main hall where a crowd of people waited with dark expressions. Among them was Charles Johnston who was especially annoyed. He put his hands behind him as he

exhibition had already started, but the most significant piece, Companionship at the Spring Mountains by Tang Bohu, had not arrived yet. This flustered

him to finally shine in front of his old friends and a few of the famous collectors within the country, but this scene was now made awkward by his son-in-law.

important exhibition, but he is late. Isn’t he just trying to embarrass you?” This brat was really terrible! He was trying to make the situation worse even at a

snorted. “I don’t have a son-in-law like

as well, and

but what do you have to

with us. Or maybe you don’t really have the Companionship at

much, and we’re just waiting for this