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?”

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

yes. You’re absolutely right, Aunt

woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as though she was his

Mont. I toast to your health and your concern

held up his wine

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

had been holding back all this time, but now she

“Sure. I won’t say anything

well, saying below her breath, “What

table watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt

never going to amount to

not even dare to fight back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the

What a worthless wretch!

and elders, so it

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

of them stood up and headed out of the room, going to the

the group, while

“Are you alright?”

fed-up with all these people

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

little interaction, and her impression of Philip

a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s

the fray too, her words

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

men should not

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