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 man doesn’t work harder, all he’ll get is an eventual divorce. If Wynn

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

to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and

Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your health

up, held up his

husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything

this time, but now she

she sniggered and said, “Sure. I

angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit

the drama like mere

going to amount to anything in life at

insulted him

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 strangers have to

phone and then leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on,

they? All of them stood up and headed out

front of the group, while Philip stood

“Are you alright?”

fed-up with all these people humiliating her husband

I’m used to it. I

their little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally

sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor all his

the fray too, her words

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

should not fault women like

man in a black suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He