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 you and you have nothing to

absolutely right,

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

Aunt Fern, Uncle Mont. I toast to your health and

held up his wine glass, and

my husband, and even if he doesn’t make anything of

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

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

below her breath, “What are you doing? Sit down! Why defend that piece of

the table watched the drama like mere

was never going to amount to anything in life

back after someone else insulted him so badly. In the end, his

What a worthless wretch!

his relatives and elders, so it was

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

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

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

“Are you alright?”

all, she was quite fed-up

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

witnessed their little interaction, and her impression

that man has is a sweet tongue. No wonder he’s been poor all his

threw her lot into the fray too, her words

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

not

man in a black suit and carrying a briefcase walked through the doors of Snowsea Ambrosia. He looked gentlemanly and wore glasses,