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?”

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

right, Aunt Fern.

He did not want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had

Mont. I toast to your health and your concern

up his wine glass,

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

all this time, but now she stood

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

breath, “What are you doing?

table watched the drama like mere spectators, their

never going to amount to

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

What a worthless wretch!

and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off. What

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

the host had spoken, the guests could not stay put, could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the room, going to

at the front of the group, while Philip stood on

“Are you alright?”

she was quite fed-up with

face. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I

little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally worsened

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

fray too, her

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

should not fault women like

suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry