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 divorced

absolutely right, Aunt Fern.

He did not want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and

I toast to your health and your concern

that, Philip stood up, held up his wine

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

time, but now she stood up and declared her thoughts

“Sure. I

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

people at the table watched the drama like mere spectators, their

never going to amount to anything

him so badly. In the end, his wife had

What a worthless wretch!

he could read their expressions to some extent. The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so

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

spoken, the guests could not stay put, could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the room, going to the main hall

the group, while Philip

“Are you alright?”

all, she was quite fed-up

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

little interaction, and her impression of Philip

sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been

her lot into the fray too, her words

Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her ample bosom. Philip decided not

should not fault women

and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked