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?”

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 show for yourself, what will

absolutely right, Aunt

not want to waste his time on this woman’s nonsense, and he had no patience for the way she lectured him as though she

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

Philip stood up, held up his

and even if he doesn’t make

time, but now she stood

she sniggered and said, “Sure. I won’t say anything if you insist on keeping

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

table watched the drama like mere spectators, their contempt

to anything in life

him so badly. In

What a worthless wretch!

The Renners were still his relatives and elders, so

then leaped to his feet excitedly. “He’s

put, could they? All of them stood up and headed out of the

of the group, while Philip stood on the edges,

“Are you alright?”

worriedly. After all, she was quite fed-up

smooth little face. “It’s fine, I’m used to

little interaction, and her impression of Philip naturally

has is a sweet tongue. No wonder

the fray too,

over her slender straight legs and a pink coat over her

not fault women like

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