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?”

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

absolutely right, Aunt

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

to your health and your concern

held up

don’t agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and

had been holding back all this time, but now she stood

conflict, of course, so she sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist

Wynn’s arm angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What

table watched the drama like mere spectators,

amount to anything in life at

even dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his

What a worthless wretch!

he 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 on

phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly.

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

of the group, while Philip stood on the

“Are you alright?”

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

“It’s fine, I’m used to it.

their little interaction, and her impression of Philip

good-for-nothing. All that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor all his

fray

straight legs and a pink coat over her ample

men should not fault

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