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?”

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 nothing to show for yourself, what will you

right, Aunt Fern. I’ll work

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

toast to

up, held up his wine glass, and drained

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

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

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

breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why

drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing

to amount to anything

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

What a worthless wretch!

The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so it was

his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come

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

group, while Philip

“Are you alright?”

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

“It’s fine, I’m used to it. I can

little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally worsened

sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor

into the fray too, her words

to look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not to hold it

should not fault women

the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking