Chapter 49
The First Heir
Philip smiled sheepishly and asked, âMom, whatâs the urgency?â
Martha glared at him. âStay here to add to our numbers, pretend to protest. You donât have to care
about anything else.â Then, Martha and a few other middle-aged men and women went to join the
protest, screaming their lungs out. It was a shocking sight.
Philip got some info from the bystanders and understood a bit of the situation. This was a financial
investment company, and this group of older people had purchased some investment plans here. They
were supposed to get their returns today. However, the building was now empty, with only a few lower-
level staff left and one manager. By the look of things, that was probably an illegal fund-raising scheme!
Here was where the problem got serious. Companies like this usually targeted well-off middle-aged
people, and once something took a downturn, they would run away, and the money would be gone. It
was no wonder Martha was so anxious.
Philip felt a headache coming. He went over and asked, âMom, what did you buy? How much did you
invest?â If it was only a small amount, Philip was not too worried. He was just afraid that his mother-in-
law had invested a huge amount.
Marthaâs voice was almost gone from all the screaming. She glared at Philip but told him nonetheless,
âI invested with that house your father and I live in. They said that the house was good for retirement
and could rake in huge returns. If we invested this year, we could have two houses next year.â
âWhat? Mom, you invested with the house?â Philip shouted. He knew that it was over this time. His
mother-in-law was a retired university instructor, so how could she be so muddled?
When Martha heard Philipâs exclamation, her face instantly went red, and she went up and hit his head.
âWhat are you shouting for? Donât you think itâs already embarrassing enough? If it werenât for you
being useless, would I have had to put the house up for investment? Iâm just trying to ensure a better
life for the future. Or what, should we rely on trash like you to take care of your father and me?â
As Martha scolded, she felt panicked inside. That was the house she had with her husband. If the
company had really run off with her money, they would lose the house. How could she not be anxious?
Especially at a time like this when Philip still had a nonchalant look on his face, which made her even
more furious.
âDonât you tell Wynnie about this. Just stay here and shout. Iâm calling Addy over. He should have a
solution.â Martha gave Philip a warning glare before she turned to give Aiden a call.
âHello, Addy. Itâs me, your Aunt Martha. Are you free right now? Can you come over to Rivercross
Street? Yes, yes, thereâs something urgent.â
Marthaâs flattering tone right now made Philip a little annoyed. He was her son-in-law, but she did not
treat him as kindly as she did an outsider. But he could not blame her, because, in her eyes, he was
trash.
When the call ended, Martha was smiling happily. She then rolled her eyes at Philip and scolded,
âWhat are you, a piece of rock? Start shouting!â
Philip grunted a reply and then mimicked the group of older people as he shouted hysterically. Upon
seeing Philip this hardworking, Martha finally felt better. But she still looked down on him as she
mumbled, âGood-for-nothing brat.â
After that, Martha went over to her friends to announce cheekily, âDonât worry, Iâve called our Addy, and
heâll be over in a bit.â
âYou mean Aiden Grant? Oh my, heâs a really good boy. His family owns a business, so he must have
great connections. I heard they earn tens of millions a year.â
âMartha, look at us, weâre all old folks. When Aiden gets here later, can you get him to take a look for us
as well?â
Marthaâs friends started fawning over her. This pleased Martha. âOh yes, Aiden is a really good kid, but
we have to see if our Wynnie wants to marry him. After all, thereâs still that useless Philip.â Martha
chuckled. She did not mind belittling Philip to raise her daughter and Aiden to a higher status.
In Marthaâs eyes, Aiden was a rich son-in-law, her future treasure vault. Comparing Philip to him was
like comparing mud to gold.