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?”

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

right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the

Aunt Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your health

held up his

and

this time, but now she stood up and declared her

and said, “Sure. I won’t

breath, “What are you doing? Sit

the table watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing on their

going to amount to anything in life

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

What a worthless wretch!

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

feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come

stay put, could they? All of them stood up and headed out of

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

“Are you alright?”

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

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

their little interaction, and her impression

is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been

lot into the fray too, her

wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her

should not fault

black suit and carrying 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.