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 year? If a

You’re absolutely right, Aunt Fern. I’ll

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

Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your health and

Philip stood up, held up

agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything of himself,

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

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

arm angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What

table watched the drama like

to amount to anything in life

insulted him so badly. In the end, his wife had to stand up for

What a worthless wretch!

read their expressions to some extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it

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

All of them stood

group, while Philip stood on the edges, chatting

“Are you alright?”

all, she was quite fed-up with all

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

witnessed their little interaction, and her

a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor

threw her lot into the fray too,

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

men should not

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