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?”

She 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 nothing to show for yourself, what

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

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

toast to

Philip stood up, held up his wine glass,

my husband, and even if he doesn’t

time, but now she stood up and declared her thoughts

“Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist on

breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend that piece of

the drama

to anything

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

What a worthless wretch!

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

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

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

the group, while Philip stood on

“Are you alright?”

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

used to it. I can

little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally worsened

is a sweet tongue. No wonder

lot into the fray too, her words dripping with

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

men should not

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