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?”

much can she earn every year? If a man doesn’t work harder, all he’ll

You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

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

to your health and your

stood up, held up his wine glass, and drained

husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything of himself,

time, but now she stood up and declared her

sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist

breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend that piece of

table watched the drama like mere spectators, their

to amount to anything

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

What a worthless wretch!

and elders, so

leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s

stay put, could they? All of them stood up

stood at the front of the group, while Philip stood on the

“Are you alright?”

After all, she was quite fed-up

smooth little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can deal with anything as long

witnessed their little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally worsened

sweet tongue. No wonder he’s

fray too, her

at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink

should not fault women like

a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry I’m late, Mr. Renner. There was