Chapter 14
The First Heir
Philip pondered before saying, âI wonât meet him for now. Letâs talk about it in the future.â
Anna replied, âUnderstood, Mr. Clarke.â
After the call ended, Philip sat in the corridor and slept the night away.
The next day, early in the morning, Wynn said to him coldly, âIâm taking Mila home in the afternoon, will
you be coming with me?â
Philip nodded and gave her a bitter smile. âIâll go and apologize to Father.â
Wynnâs heart skipped a beat when she heard him, but her expression remained indifferent, only
nodding without saying anything.
In the afternoon, Philip and Wynn brought Mila to the Johnston family home. The atmosphere in the
house was cold as soon as they entered.
âDad, Iâm home.â Wynn feigned composure.
No one came out to greet them. Charles was sitting on the sofa wearing reading glasses as he read the
paper while Martha was busy in the kitchen.
Philip put Mila down, and the little girl immediately hid behind her fatherâs leg, hugging Philipâs leg
tightly. She looked up with her big innocent eyes and mumbled in a small voice, âDaddy, do Grandpa
and Grandma dislike me?â
Philip squatted down and lovingly caressed Milaâs tiny head. He shook his head and smiled gently at
her. âThatâs not true. Hurry on inside and greet Grandpa and Grandma.â
Little Milaâs big eyes were shining like obsidian gems. She carefully albeit fearfully glanced at Charles,
who was reading his paper before moving her tiny feet to run to him, calling out in a crisp voice,
âGrandpa, Mila is here.â
Charles then put down his paper, stood up, walked away from his sofa, and entered the study without
giving her so much as a glance.
Bam! The door of the study closed shut. That sound crushed down heavily on both Philip and Wynnâs
heart.
Wynn looked at Mila, who was pursing her lips, about to cry and quickly ran over to carry her daughter
up. She brought her into her bedroom.
Philip frowned slightly, feeling irked. His father-in-law was too cold to his daughter! But he still went into
the kitchen to help, although he ended up being scorned by his mother-in-law.
âPhilip, I donât need you to help me. I really donât. You can just go back to where you came from. We
donât welcome you here,â Martha said without reserve, not showing Philip any courtesy.
âMom, Iâm sorry.â Philip lowered his head. He knew what he had come here to do today, and he did not
want to give Wynn any trouble, so he chose to compromise.
âOh dear me, I canât possibly accept that.â Martha scoffed. She mildly cocked her eyebrows up as she
wore an arrogant expression.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Martha shot Philip a glare before rudely pushing him away as she ran to the door, looking delighted. In
a cheery voice, she called out, âComing, coming! Is it Aiden?â
When the door opened, Aiden appeared in a handsome suit with gift bags in his hands. âHello, Aunt
Martha.â
âOh my, come on in, quickly,â Martha chirped happily as she took the gift bags from Aiden. âWhy did
you have to bring gifts with you, youâre too kind.â
âItâs my first time visiting, so itâs the least I can do. My parents send their regards as well,â said Aiden
generously.
When Martha turned around to see Philip sitting on the sofa in the living room, she felt annoyed and
barked at him, âCanât you see thereâs a guest? Why arenât you preparing tea? Such poor sight!â This
rubbish of a son-in-law should take a look at Aiden. The man had brought gifts while he came empty-
handed and had even brought over extra baggage! How frustrating!
Philip looked at Aiden to see the latter staring at him proudly. His eyes conveyed the message, âHey
trash, your mother-in-law is treating an outsider like me better than she treats you.â
Philip did not make a fuss. He got up to prepare the tea.
By then, Charles had already come out of his study as he chatted enthusiastically with Aiden in the
living room. Philip instead was standing in a corner, listening quietly.
âUncle Johnston, whereâs Wynn? I donât see her.â Aiden scanned the house, squinting.
Charles yelled, âWynnie, we have a guest in the house!â
The door of the bedroom opened. Wynn had spent a lot of effort to coax her daughter to sleep. When
she saw Aiden sitting in the living room, she was mildly stunned.
âWhy are you here?â Wynnâs tone was cold.
âWhy canât he be here? Should we be letting you bring home trash instead?â Martha came out of the
kitchen with a plate of fruits as she glared viciously at Philip, who was standing in a corner, smoking.
She looked evidently crossed. âWe donât allow smoking in the house. If you want to smoke, do it
outside.â
âIâm sorry.â Philip immediately stubbed out the cigarette and opened the windows to let the smoke out.
Wynn shot him a glare, wanting to drag him out this instant in case he embarrassed himself again.
âAiden, I just bought these fruits this morning, theyâre really sweet.â Martha pushed the fruit platter to
Aiden like she was trying to flatter him.
âThank you, Aunt Martha,â answered Aiden politely.
Philip felt uncomfortable when he saw this scene. When Mila was here, there wasnât a piece of fruit in
sight. Sheâs still your granddaughter no matter what, so why do you have to be such a snob?
âOh, yes, Uncle Johnston, the decoration work has started for your gallery. The invitations have been
sent out and the gallery will open at ten sharp on Saturday morning.â When Aiden spoke, he shot a
cheeky glance at Philip as he gloated. It was clear that he held a higher position in the Johnston family
than this son-in-law.
âGreat, great, thank you so much, Addy.â Charles looked delighted as he imagined how grand it would
be when his gallery opened. His old friends have already started to spread the word for him. A lot of
aristocrats in Riverdale City have now heard that the ex-section chief of land development planning had
gotten an authentic painting by Tang Bohu! And this had caused a great uproar within the city.
For suspenseâs sake, they had refrained from saying which painting it was so that they could shock the
guests at the coming event.
âYouâre welcome, Uncle Johnston. Itâs what I should be doing.â Aiden humbly added, âAs for your
request to meet with Mr. Clarke, Iâve already told the person in charge. You can meet him, but the time
has not been set yet. You should know that a man like Mr. Clarke is quite busy.â
What the f*ck! How shameless! Philip cussed internally. Since when did he say he would meet them?
This was blatantly a lie to win favors, and he had said it so tactfully. âThey could meet, but the time has
not been set yetâ. Aiden was so great at pleasing Charles that the latter just kept holding him in higher
regard and favored him.
âPhilip, look at Aiden. You should learn from him if you have the time instead of wasting your life away.
If you really canât make it on your own, get Aiden to get you a job. Youâll look more proper that way,â
Charles finally spoke on behalf of Philipâs future for the very first time.
It was a great start, but Philip felt uncomfortable listening to it. Aiden Grantâs company was worth only
about a few million. It was not even enough for his allowance.
âPhilip, what are you standing there for, hurry up and beg Aiden.â Martha glared hatefully at Philip.
What an idiot! Her husband had already spoken up for him, but he was still just standing there. He
deserved to be looked down upon!
On the other hand, Aiden sat up straight, with his eyes narrowing slightly as he waited cheekily for
Philip to come and beg him. He was feeling great!
Although Wynn did not like Aiden, she felt that it was a good opportunity as well. Howeverâ¦
âNo need. Thank you, but that companyâs a little too huge, I canât get used to working there.â Philip
calmly refused.
Charles and Marthaâs faces immediately darkened. Charles snorted while Martha started berating him,
âPhilip, how can you be so insensible? Leave this instant, our home doesnât welcome you.â
That was an order to leave. Philip was immediately pushed out of the house by Martha.
Bam! The door closed, and Philip shook his head, smiling bitterly. He took out his phone to give Anna
Carter a call. âI donât really like this Aiden Grant.â
Anna was at the gallery, busy with decorations. When she received this call, she immediately
answered, âUnderstood, Mr. Clarke.â She then immediately stopped the people working in the gallery
and called Aidenâs number.
Aiden was currently boasting to the Johnston family when he received a call. Seeing that it was from
the representative of Civil Gallery, he immediately flaunted it to Charles. âUncle Johnston, look. Itâs a
call from the gallery representative.â
âHello, Manager Carter⦠Has Mr. Clarke agreed to see us?â Aiden was ecstatic and pleased. He
spoke loudly.
âMr. Grant, we regret to inform you that we canât rent the gallery to you anymore.â
âWhat?â
âThis is Mr. Clarkeâs intention. He seems to be a little upset, so the gallery will not be opened to
outsiders,â said Anna coldly. Her tone was apparent.
Toot! The call was cut off and Aidenâs face froze in an instant. His expression turned ugly.