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?”

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

right,

He did not want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as though she was

Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your health and your

up his wine glass, and drained

is my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything of himself, I’m still willing to take care

all this time, but now she stood up and declared her

so she sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist on keeping such a

yanked Wynn’s arm angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down!

watched the drama like mere

to amount to anything in life at

else insulted him so badly. In the end, his wife had to stand up for

What a worthless wretch!

The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them

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

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

group, while Philip stood on

“Are you alright?”

all, she was quite fed-up with all these

and caressed Wynn’s smooth little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can deal with anything

little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally

has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor all

threw her lot into the fray too, her words dripping with

his 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

Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry I’m late, Mr. Renner. There was