The First Heir

“Oh, a delivery boy? But that makes no sense, didn’t he say his wife is a chairwoman or something?” said someone in surprise.

“A chairwoman? What does it matter if she’s the chairwoman of some two-bit company?”

Fern rudely called Philip out. “Stop stuffing your face like that, Philip. Can’t you hear that your elders are talking to you?”

She was proud and arrogant!

Mont saw what she was doing and wanted to stop her, but eventually he just shook his head helplessly.

He had already done enough to protect these poor relatives of his.

To be honest, he also wanted to use this chance to wake Philip up. He wanted to show Philip just how far behind he had fallen so far the latter might buck up and go to work like a proper adult.

It was so embarrassing for a man to live off his wife like that.

Martha also glared at Philip, who was still preoccupied with his food. She yelled, “Philip, your aunt is talking to you! Say something!”

Philip was embarrassing enough at home, but why did he have to embarrass her when they were outdoors as well?

At the same time, Wynn secretly tugged at Philip’s hand, signalling at him to be patient.

They were all family, so he would just have to tolerate this for a bit.

Finally, Philip put his chopsticks down and smiled sheepishly. “Thank you for your concern, Aunt Fern. I’ll do my best.”

“Haha, don’t be mad at me for being a little strict with you, okay? Considering your background, if you don’t put more effort into getting a decent job, what will become of your future?”

elder, teaching Philip an unsolicited lesson. “Even if Wynn is some chairwoman now, she’s only the leader of a small company. How much can she earn every year? If a man doesn’t work harder, all he’ll get is an eventual divorce. If

yes. You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern.

want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as though

Mont. I toast to your health and your concern for

up, held up his

I don’t agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything of

been holding back all this time, but now she stood up and

so she sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything

as well, saying below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit

other people at the table watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt

was never going to amount to anything in life at

back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his

What a worthless wretch!

to some extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell

feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on, follow

the guests could not stay put, could they? All of them stood up and headed

the front of the group, while Philip stood on the edges, chatting happily with

“Are you alright?”

all, she was quite fed-up with all these people

fine, I’m used to it. I can

interaction, and her impression of

good-for-nothing. All that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor all

the fray too, her words

face slightly to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample

men should not fault women like

of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking