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?”

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

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

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

Uncle Mont. I toast to your health and your concern for

that, Philip stood up, held up his wine glass,

just said. Philip is my husband, and even if he

been holding back all this time, but now she stood up and declared her

“Sure. I won’t say anything

yanked Wynn’s arm angrily as well, saying below her breath, “What are

the drama like mere spectators, their contempt showing on their

going to amount to anything in life at

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

What a worthless wretch!

he could 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 look down

to his feet excitedly. “He’s here! Come on, follow me and let’s go greet

All of

the front of the group, while Philip stood on the edges, chatting happily

“Are you alright?”

was quite fed-up with all these people humiliating her husband

little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to

their little interaction, and her impression

is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s

the fray too, her

look at Cindi. She wore jeans over her slender straight legs and a pink coat

not

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