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.

stop in front of the house because Martha was at home. Philip had the car stopped somewhere

expression and scolded, “Where the hell did you run off to? Were you trying to get me to deliver the painting myself instead? I

abusive words, he only smiled sheepishly and continued to apologize. He picked up the gift box that was readily placed 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 piece of trash! She must have been cursed

Henry, and Keagan, who had been standing beside their cars, twitched. This mother-in-law was too much. But, why was Mr.

Civil Gallery. You guys can stop following me. If there’s anything, we’ll talk tomorrow.” Philip looked at

the car drove toward

the decorations were ready and the place was 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 said, “This Philip really can’t do anything right. He can’t even deliver a painting properly after

the Spring

shine in front of his old friends and a few of the famous collectors within

important exhibition, but he is late. Isn’t he just

Charles snorted. “I don’t

collectors as well, and they were

all here because of your invitation, but what do you have to show us?

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

and we’re just waiting for this