The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 14

Philip pondered before saying, "I won't meet him for now. Let's talk about that in the future."

Anna replied, "Understand me, Mr. Clarke."

After the call ended, Philip sat down in the corridor and slept the entire night.

The next day, early in the morning, Wynn said to him coldly, "I'll take Mila home later in the afternoon, will you come with me?"

Philip nodded and gave him a bitter smile. "I'm gonna go and apologize to Dad."

Wynn's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, but his expression remained indifferent, only nodding without saying anything.

In the afternoon, Philip and Wynn take Mila to the Johnston family home. The atmosphere in the house was cold as soon as they entered.

"Dad, I'm home." Wynn pretended to be calm.

No one came out to greet them. Charles was sitting on the sofa wearing reading glasses while reading the newspaper while Martha was busy in the kitchen.

Philip let down Mila, and the little girl immediately hid behind his father's feet, hugging Philip's legs tightly. He looked up with his big innocent eyes and muttered in a small voice, "Dad, do Grandpa and Grandma not like me?"

Philip crouched down and fondly stroked Mila's petite head. He shook his head and smiled gently at her. "That's not true. Hurry in and greet Grandpa and Grandma."

Mila's big eyes glowed like obsidian gems. He cautiously though fearfully glanced at Charles, who was reading his newspaper before moving his tiny legs to run towards him, calling out in a crisp voice, "Grandfather, Mila is here."

Charles then put down his paper, stood up, walked away from his couch, and entered the study without even glancing at him at all.

Bam! The door of the study room was tightly closed. That voice broke the hearts of Philip and Wynn.

Wynn looked at Mila, who pursed her lips, almost crying and quickly ran to hold her daughter. He took her to his bedroom.

Philip frowned slightly, feeling annoyed. Her father-in-law is too cold for his daughter! But she still went to the kitchen to help, although she was eventually scorned by her mother-in-law.

"Philip, I don't need you to help me. I really don't. You can go back to where you came from. We don't welcome you here" Martha said without further ado, showing no respect for Philip.

"Mom, I'm sorry." Philip lowered his head. He knew what he had to do today, and he didn't want to trouble Wynn, so he chose to compromise.

"Geez, I can't possibly accept that." Marta sneers. He gently raised his eyebrows as he put on an arrogant expression.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Martha glared at Philip before violently pushing him away as she ran to the door, looking delighted. In a cheerful voice, he exclaimed, "Come, come! Is that Aiden?"

When the door opened, Aiden appeared in a handsome suit with a gift bag in his hand. "Hello, Aunt Marta."

"Geez, let's go in, hurry," Martha chirped happily as she picked up Aiden's gift bag. "Why should you bring a gift, you're too good."

"It was my first time visiting, so that was all I could do. My parents also said a greeting," Aiden said generously.

When Martha turned to look at Philip sitting on the sofa in the living room, she felt annoyed and snapped at him, "Can't you see there are guests? Why don't you prepare tea? What a bad sight!" This son-in-law's trash must see Aiden. The man brought gifts as he came empty-handed and even carried extra baggage! How frustrating!

Philip looked at Aiden to see the latter looking at him proudly. Her eyes conveyed a message, 'Hey trash, your mother-in-law treats an outsider like me better than she treats you.'

Philip didn't make a fuss. He got up to prepare tea.

By then, Charles had already walked out of his study while chatting enthusiastically with Aiden in the living room. Philip instead stood in the corner, listening quietly.

"Uncle Johnston, where's Wynn? I didn't see it." Aiden scanned the house, narrowing his eyes.

The bedroom door is open. Wynn had spent a lot of effort persuading his daughter to go to sleep. When he saw Aiden sitting in the living room, he was somewhat surprised.

"Why are you here?" Wynn's tone was cold.

"Why can't he be here? Should we let you take the trash home?" Martha came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruits as she stared intently at Philip, who was standing in the corner, smoking. He clearly crossed over. "We don't allow smoking inside the house. If you want to smoke, do it outside."

"I'm sorry." Philip immediately switched off his cigarette and opened the window to let out the smoke. Wynn glared at him, wanting to drag him out this time if he humiliated himself again.

"Aiden, I just bought this fruit this morning, so sweet." Martha pushed the fruit plate onto Aiden as if she was trying to flatter him.

"Thank you, Aunt Martha," Aiden replied politely.

Philip felt uncomfortable when he saw this scene. When Mila was here, there was no fruit in sight. She is still your granddaughter, no matter what, so why should you be arrogant?

"Oh, yes, Uncle Johnston, the decorating work for your gallery has begun. An invitation has been sent and the gallery will open at ten o'clock on Saturday morning." As Aiden spoke, he glanced at Philip recklessly. It was clear that he held a higher position in the Johnston family than this son-in-law.

"Good, good, thank you so much, Addy." Charles looked delighted as he imagined how magnificent his gallery would be when it opened. His old friends started to spread the word for him. Many nobles in Riverdale City have now heard that the former head of the land development planning section has obtained the original painting by Tang Bohu! And this has caused a great uproar within the city.

For the sake of tension, they refrained from mentioning what the painting was in order to surprise the guests at the upcoming event.

"Together, Uncle Johnston. That's what I'm supposed to do." Aiden humbly added, "Regarding your request to meet with Mr. Clarke, I've already notified the person responsible. You can meet him, but the time has not been decided. You should know that people like Mr. Clarke are pretty busy."

What the fuck! How shameless! Philip cursed in his heart. When did he say he was going to meet them? This was a blatant lie to win favor, and he had said it very wisely. 'They can meet, but the time has not been set'. Aiden was so great at pleasing Charles that Charles kept taking him higher and supporting him.

"Philip, look at Aiden. You should learn from it if you have time rather than wasting your life. If you really can't do it alone, ask Aiden to give you a job. You'd look more deserving like that" Charles finally spoke on behalf of Philip's future for the first time.

It was a good start, but Philip felt uncomfortable listening to it. Aiden Grant's company is only worth a few million. That's not even enough for his pocket money.

"Philip, what are you standing there for, hurry up and beg Aiden." Martha glared at Philip hatefully. How stupid! Her husband had already spoken for her, but she was still standing there. He deserves to be looked down upon!

On the other hand, Aiden sat upright, with his eyes slightly narrowed as he waited for Philip flirtatiously to come and plead with him. He feels great!

Although Wynn disliked Aiden, he felt it was a good opportunity as well. Yet...

"no need. Thanks, but the company was a little too big, I can't get used to working there." Philip calmly refused.

Charles and Martha's faces soon darkened. Charles snorted while Martha began to berate him, "Philip, how can you be so insensitive? Leave now, our house does not welcome you."

It was an order to leave. Philip is evicted from the house by Martha.

Bam! The door closed, and Philip shook his head, smiling bitterly. He pulled out his phone to call Anna Carter. "I don't like Aiden Grant very much."

Anna was in the gallery, busy with decorations. When he received this call, he immediately replied, "Understood, Mr. Clarke." He then immediately stopped the people working at the gallery and called Aiden's number.

Aiden was currently bragging to Johnston's family when he received a call. Seeing that from the representatives of the Civil Gallery, he immediately showed it to Charles. "Uncle Johnston, look. This is the call from the gallery representative."

"Hello, Manager Carter... Did Mr Clarke agree to meet with us?" Aiden was very happy and happy. He spoke loudly.

"Sir Grant, we regret to inform you that we can no longer rent galleries to you."

"What?"

"This is Mr. Clarke's intention. It seems like he is a little upset, so his gallery will not be opened for outsiders," Anna said coldly. His tone is clear.

The blow! The call was cut off and Aiden's face froze in an instant. His expression turned ugly.