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?”

company. How much can she earn every

yes. You’re absolutely right, Aunt

not want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she

toast to your health

up

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

been holding back all this time, but now she

“Sure. I won’t say

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

other people at the table watched the drama like mere spectators,

to amount to anything in life at

someone else insulted him so badly. In

What a worthless wretch!

could read their expressions to some extent. 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

and then leaped to his feet excitedly.

could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the room, going to the main

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

“Are you alright?”

was quite fed-up with all these people

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

her impression of Philip naturally

a sweet tongue. No wonder

into the fray too, her words dripping

She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided

should not fault

then, a man in a black suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He