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?”

behaved like an elder, teaching Philip an unsolicited lesson. “Even 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 Wynn divorced you and you have

absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll

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

I toast to your health and

up his wine glass, and

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

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

I won’t say anything if you insist on keeping such a useless

her breath, “What

table watched the drama like mere spectators, their

to amount to anything in

dare to fight back after someone else insulted him

What a worthless wretch!

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

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

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 the

at the front of the group, while Philip stood on

“Are you alright?”

asked worriedly. After all, she was quite fed-up with all these people humiliating

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

their little interaction, and her impression of

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

threw her lot into the fray too, her words dripping

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

not fault women like

of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as he said, “Sorry I’m