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?”

can she earn every year? If a man doesn’t work harder, all he’ll get is an eventual divorce.

right, Aunt

woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the

Uncle Mont. I toast to your health and your concern

Philip stood up, held up his wine glass,

Fern. I don’t agree with what you just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he doesn’t

time, but now she stood up and declared her thoughts

loved conflict, of course, so she sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist on keeping such

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

watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing on

was never going to amount to anything in

even dare to fight back after someone else insulted him

What a worthless wretch!

were still his relatives and elders, so it was one thing for them to tell him off. What right did these strangers

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

not stay put, could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the room, going

group, while Philip

“Are you alright?”

was quite fed-up with all these people humiliating her

I’m used to it. I can deal with anything as long as you’re with

their little interaction, and her impression of Philip

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

threw her lot into the fray too, her words dripping with

slightly 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

not

suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses, speaking formally as