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?”

every year? If a man doesn’t work harder, all he’ll get is an eventual divorce. If Wynn divorced you and

yes. You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern.

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

I toast to your health and your concern

up, held up his wine

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

all this time, but now she stood up and

“Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist on

breath, “What are you doing? Sit down!

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

amount to anything

him so badly. In

What a worthless wretch!

The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off. What right did these strangers have to look down on him,

then leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on, follow me and

host had spoken, the guests could not stay put, could they? All of them stood

while Philip stood on the edges, chatting happily

“Are you alright?”

all, she was quite fed-up

face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can

her impression

good-for-nothing. All that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder

fray too,

slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not to hold

not

the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia.